micro -- I hear you and feel your pain. Last year a freak late hard frost decimated our fruit crop. Totally wiped out everything. This year -- after a year off from production -- the orchard's trees are blanketed in copious blossoms. Thought we were going to have snow on Saturday night, but was very thankful it was just cold rain. Tomorrow onward is 70-degree weather. I love going outside and hearing the bees working.
The plus side of last years nada fruit crop: Spent zero time canning and this year don't really have to spray for coddling moth as there was nothing for them to repopulate on.
Our local farmstand was having a tomato start sale last week, but they won't go into the ground until after Tuesday as we've had some chilly weekend nights.
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On a sad note, we helped our beloved greyhound Norman cross over to the Rainbow Bridge late last week. Osteosarcoma. Even with meds, pain and mobility was an issue that wasn't abating and then something happened that caused his other front leg paw to balloon. Rather than have a total tragedy of pain/suffering/fracture, we faced that hard call and had the mobile vet come in and he passed in his slumberball surrounded by his family and canine companions. Been kind of a wreck since then. He was so in-sync to me, almost psychically so. I loved him enough to let him go, but -- dang -- I sure do miss him and wish he were here. (Truth be told, I don't believe I cried near as much when my folks passed. I know one of these days I'll stop crying, but it's definitely not today.)
(Norman's final portrait)
The plus side of last years nada fruit crop: Spent zero time canning and this year don't really have to spray for coddling moth as there was nothing for them to repopulate on.
Our local farmstand was having a tomato start sale last week, but they won't go into the ground until after Tuesday as we've had some chilly weekend nights.
- - -
On a sad note, we helped our beloved greyhound Norman cross over to the Rainbow Bridge late last week. Osteosarcoma. Even with meds, pain and mobility was an issue that wasn't abating and then something happened that caused his other front leg paw to balloon. Rather than have a total tragedy of pain/suffering/fracture, we faced that hard call and had the mobile vet come in and he passed in his slumberball surrounded by his family and canine companions. Been kind of a wreck since then. He was so in-sync to me, almost psychically so. I loved him enough to let him go, but -- dang -- I sure do miss him and wish he were here. (Truth be told, I don't believe I cried near as much when my folks passed. I know one of these days I'll stop crying, but it's definitely not today.)
(Norman's final portrait)