What a beautiful day; the breeze is slight, and the birds fly backward to see where they have been. We had cereal for breakfast and then into our grubbies for a day in the yard.
Mary was using her writing talents to make the labels using a white oil pen, and I fastened the tag onto a stainless steel holder and put them in the ground; we went through 50 in the herb garden, so I had to order another 50 to finish off the south forty!
We have new signs installed.
The grass looked perfect, and there was not a cloud in the sky! We donned our sombreros, and off we went for another day in the mines! Today was “clean-up” day meaning we had a list of tiny chores that needed to be done for a long time.
The Starlighters Board is coming to our home tomorrow evening for the bi-monthly meeting, and we are sure they will want to see the garden.
Did you hear about the cloud who became king? Rained for years.
It was a perfect day for working in the garden!
No more rain in the forecast, so we removed the firepit cover and let the firepit see sunlight for the first time in three months. This is where we will now park our butts every morning while drinking our coffee. Fire, warm coffee, and a view of the south forty!
What do you call a woman who puts her credit card statements straight in the fire? Bernadette.
The cover is off the fire pit.
We have yet to see a bird in the yard due to our collection of whirligigs. These suckers spin in the wind and make a little noise, just enough so the birdies keep on flying by!
In the late afternoon, it cooled off, and Mary dinner her Frog Hat to keep warm. She is an official “pea picker,” as Tennessee Ernie Ford would say!
My dad would always refer to me as a pea-picker, and I never knew what it meant until I was well into my 30s.
My little pea picker! A term of endearment!
Did You Know? A pea-picker is a derogatory reference to poor migrant workers during the Great Depression. These people were unskilled, poorly educated workers, employable only in menial jobs, such as harvesting crops, and, as such, received poor wages for working long hours under dreadful conditions. Dorothea Lange photographed some of these people.
Dorothea Lange’s Migrant Mother depicts destitute pea pickers in California, centering on Florence Owens Thompson, a mother of seven children, age 32, in Nipomo, California, in March 1936.
The term “pea picker” is used to distinguish a group as a lower social class from some other similar group, such as the “pea-picking” Smiths, as opposed to the “respectable” Smiths. Temporary communities of pea-pickers are called pea-picker camps, and farms that employed them were pea-picker farms.
We moved all the bags of amendments, fertilizers, and other soil conditioners to a roll-around cart which we will cover with a tarp when not in use. This will save many trips! The cart rolls perfectly along the cement pathways around the garden.
The amendments for wherever we go!
Our broccoli is coming up nicely. Our first batch was with unamended soil; it was OK, but the second batch looks much better! I see homemade broccoli-cheese soup in the near future.
Our second batch of broccoli arrives.
The cover is now bungee-corded over the potting bench and outdoor sink! Now, it should not blow up and over the neighbor’s fence. The potting bench is also cleaned up and organized; we are ready for business.
The cover is now tied with a bungee cord.
We can hardly wait until the scarlet runner beans start up the trellis. Our dear friends in England love these beans, so we may have to send them some airmail! The new signage stands out.
They are quite easy to see against the green leaves!
What kind of beans can’t grow in a garden? Jelly beans.
These guys will be ten feet long in another 45 days!
We both love beans and remember when we were young, our moms always had a pot of beans going! Why? Because there were cheap and good for you. I remember pouring beans on white bread and eating the bread/bean/soup combo. Beans are almost a perfect protein.
We watched Tom Sellect while having dinner and enjoyed the beans/peas straight from the garden. We were crashed by 9:30 pm; tomorrow is a big day!
