Congratulations on your raised beds, Jim! Let us know what Annie thinks of the garage-gutter rain collecting. My Jim salvaged some of the less-hail-damaged gutters off the house, and we intended to put them on the garage. They are still laying out by the barn.
Your garden sounds good. When I plant what I hope will be the last tomato today (an heirloom yellow pear), I will have four full-sized tomatoes, three cherry tomatoes, one sweet green pepper, yellow onion sets and three varieties of potato: Dark Red Norland, Yukon Gold and Red Pontiac. Although I am rarely successful growing from seeds, I also planted Cherry Belle radishes, some mixed lettuces, Bush Blue Lake green beans and Bloomsdale spinach. Most years, I get too ambitious, buy too many seeds and don't get them all in the ground. So I forced myself to plant at least one row of every seed packet I bought this year.
While it sounds like way too much for one person to eat, based on my success rate, I'm sure it won't be. Yesterday, I discovered something had already dug out onions that were planted the day before. I constructed hardware cloth row covers and garden stapled them into the ground. We'll see how that works when I go out to do chores this morning.
Lisa, are the peas thriving and did you get your tomatoes in? And, how are your adorable goslings doing?
Yesterday, I felt a bit guilty about skipping my morning exercise routine that centers on flexibility and mobility. But, I soon got a chance to be mobile. As did the coyote who keeps showing up. I'm thinking it's the same one (although I KNOW there are more out there, based on the concerts) because this one clearly has no desire for us to spend more time together after our recent marathons.
As soon as it spotted me, the coyote took off running right down the middle of the road. It had something in its mouth. If I still had a Rhode Island Red, I might have thought it was her. But, my best guess is that one of the wild rooster-pheasant's harem is missing. Of course, I "sprinted" off, chasing the coyote into the neighbor's wooded grove. I think I am going to have to concentrate a bit more on cardio training. Or, follow Lisa's advice and maybe just shoot AT it.
While I want to keep my critters safe, I can't blame a coyote for being what it is: a wild creature who, if I let my guard down, will gladly take an easy meal. It is probably raising pups right now and is trying to feed them. So, happy mother's day, you mangy mongrel -- but, please, feed your family elsewhere.