We haven’t been too busy around here. We basically only came out of hibernation on the weekends since it was beautiful weather the last two weeks. It really felt like spring and we were looking forward to the things we could get done outside only to wake up to this…
Ugh. I. AM. SO. SICK. OF. SNOW.
Torran got the tractor to start (yea!) and he was able to drive it into the barn. Now he can tinker with it until it is time to till up the garden area.
Speaking of which, the garden is being planned and we have decided to till up the baseball diamond in the back yard. We have no kids and we don’t have big parties (we are working on changing that) so there’s no real need for it. Besides, Torran wants to put in a horseshoe pit – that’s waaaay more our speed.
We’ve purchased the supplies to start our seeds indoors and I’m starting to get more and more nervous because the business is finally moving forward. I’ll be happy if I sell just a few vegetables this year. I knew it will take a couple of years to really get up and running, and to remodel the barn for the store, so I have really relaxed expectations for this first year.
I am excited to grow nine varieties of tomatoes, seven of which are heirlooms (most of our plants are heirlooms and we plan on using only organic pest/disease/weed control). Why heirlooms? There are various reasons, but the big ones for us are they are they taste better and they’re open pollinated, meaning we can save the seeds.
I’m also looking forward to white cucumbers, red carrots, purple cauliflower, purple beans, and a popcorn that looks like glass beads (all heirloom)! There’s so much more I can’t wait. So nerve-wracking yet exciting; I don’t know if I want to jump up and down with joy or go cry in the corner. This type of reaction is normal, right? Right?!?!?
In other news, our baby chickens (as I call them, they are 15 weeks old and not really babies anymore. Technically they’re called pullets) have ventured outside for the first time. Well, okay, fine, they were *gently thrown* outside; more of a small leap from my hands to the ramp and then a slight push to keep moving. Yeah, that’s what happened.
After catching all 12 and “placing” them outside, we closed off their door so they’d have to stay out there. That lasted half an hour – I’m such a softie. However, they’ve been going out by themselves now and in the next few weeks (if it ever stops snowing) we’ll take down the separation fence and let them interact with the rooster and the hens. I hope they don’t fight, but I know I can’t stop it. Maybe I should take a few shots before we integrate them. Or ten.
That’s it. February was a slow month. March is coming in like a lion so far (again, ugh, snow). Hopefully spring arrives soon (come on March 20th!) otherwise I really am going to be really drunk and crying in a corner. 😉