Thunder started at 10 this morning so getting the garden work done started early, too. When talking about what we were going to accomplish today, Steve said he wanted to get to weed-whacking. I'm torn about that...
... because the homestead is looking so green, and for a desert state, that's saying something. This was my view this morning at the garden gate. Sure, they are technically weeds, but seeing lush greenness is the joy of monsoon. The weeds are about a foot tall now, and I may not be able to slow Steve's ambition down, but you have to admire the landscape. Right?!
Well, let's not admire the blueberry bed. Since raising blueberries was not the best use of this space, I've pretty-much left this area on its own. The weeds aren't as pretty here. I got rid of them with the Hula Hoe* and inspected the bushes. Three more berries. *Sigh* not what I wanted to see.
The weeds aren't as tall, or pretty, around this bed, so maybe Steve can cut here to his heart's content?
I uncovered the broccoli in the troughs last week... mainly because there was no point to the coverings. Bugs got in and have been having their way with the plants. The leaves have aphids all over them and the heads are deformed. So, broccoli will never be grown in the troughs again as I can't adequately protect them there. It'll be grown under hoops only. The girls get a head each night now and we'll see if the second growth may be edible for the gardener.
And, lastly... can someone please explain the contrariness of chickens to me? I let them into the garden proper to eat grass and nothing is eaten. I keep them out of the garden grass and... they want to eat it. It looks like I have a jogging track around the inside of the garden fence. They actually strain their necks to reach it. Humph! Crazy chickens.
Well, the rain has started so I'm going to sit in the window and watch it fall. We can worry about the weeds it's going to bring... later...
* TM Hula Hoe