For those of you that know what I’m talking about, I finally got a letter from him. He smashed his hand in a door and is having difficulty writing. But he was thrilled to get so many cards! Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, for sending them. He said the letters bring some joy into a bleak situation.
I had another productive morning. I mucked out the chicken coop bright and early and replace the bedding in it, then did something I will probably regret, I spread the manure/peat moss/pine shaving litter over one of my iris beds. I know chicken litter is hot, so we shall see what happens.
Then I strapped on my big girl panties, and went to work weed whacking around the bee hives. Would you believe, not one sting? Hardly a bee ventured out to see what the commotion was, although I chose this morning to attempt it because it was cloudy and cool. I’m fairly certain we lost a huge portion of our hives in that bitter cold snap we had. I know quite a few of our plants suffered.
We have two huge ornamental bushes in beds by the drive under a big pine tree, some kind of ornamental plum I think, that I’m heartbroken over because they were gorgeous and I think they’ve croaked. Possibly all of the young crepe myrtles we planted last spring as well. I did a bit more pruning frost damage too.
I mixed up some manure and peat moss in two big pots and tossed some lettuce seed in them. The pots are old and decrepit looking so I lugged them over by the shed more or less out of sight. With any luck, I’ll remember to water them. I don’t buy lettuce from the store anymore, because there is always some recall or another on it, so we don’t eat much salad these days.
There’s not much left of this cherry tree, but I always love the blossoms.
My back screamed “Uncle”, so I’m sipping a cup of coffee and munching on a piece of sourdough bread from yesterday, with butter slathered all over it. Heaven!
Tomorrow my goal is to start our taxes. Ugh, double and triple ugh.