I’m So Excited…


As the Pointer Sisters said…

I’m so excited
And I just can’t hide it
I’m about to lose control and I think I like it

Spring is finally here!  That means flowers, vegetables, fruits, mowing, trimming, edging, mulching, baby animals, and on and on and on.  Really, all it means is WORK.  I always wonder if I’m nuts for enjoying this kind of work.  I mean, who in their right mind wants to dig in the dirt, shovel mulch, and pull weeds?  (The real test comes later when all the animals are here and I need to shovel more than just dirt.)

Back to the good stuff – I’m so excited to begin planting…anything!  The first thing I did was go to the nursery and buy a bunch of pansies and violas.  I had so much fun planting them and it officially marked the beginning of spring for me.



I then went out and bought a Spiderwort plant and a Karl Foerster grass.  I planted those two perennials and I thought to myself, “Finally.  We’re home.”  (When we lived in Menasha I planted 31 different kinds of perennials.  I’ve been waiting to recreate that list for four years now.)  Such a good feeling.  🙂

Karl Foerster
Karl Foerster

After that, I was on a roll.  I purchased two new metal buckets and covered it in toilet cleaner for an hour.  I know, I know, you’re thinking, “what the h…?  Toilet cleaner eats away at the outside of the bucket, aging it nicely.  I did another smaller one with vinegar.



I hung the larger one outside on a hook as a planter; the other is still waiting for its home.


So far I’ve planted a yellow climbing rose, potatoes, three kinds of lettuce, swiss chard, spinach, green and purple asparagus, rhubarb and strawberries.  All of the raised beds are done except for two.  They’re reserved for herbs and kale.  Today I’m planting lilacs, rose bushes, maple and oak trees.  We bought 25 of each from the county we live in.  Two to a hole means 50 holes to dig!  Think of me tonight – sore arms and back as I sit on the couch imagining what everything will look like in five years.  🙂


The Last Couple of Weeks

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.  😉