Most of my day finds me behind the wheelbarrow, not the keyboard. But the rains are upon us so here I peck. The lushness and promise of bountiful late Spring and Summer harvests has me running back and forth from compost pile to chicken coop. Trading old dirt for rich organic matter that has been cooking for a year is oddly rewarding. The turning of manure and churning of leaves may not seem like much of a sexy pastime but trust me. When the colors burst forth in my kitchen garden I am filled with lust. Almost enough to forego the boyfriend search for the warmer months. I'm more of a winter beau kind of gal anyway. There's frankly too much to do right now to worry about man pants.
This year's biggest plan is the "pool". I had it filled last year...as I can't think about being sustainable with 70,000 gallons of water and energy to run pumps and chemicals...ugh. Pools are a giant waste. I love to swim. Love it. In the ocean. So anyway, I'm trying my hand at lavender and sunflowers over there in half of it. Last month's big splurge was 36 tons of gravel and sand to break up the clay. Okay and I bought some new shoes.
The chicks are 6 weeks now and over 2lbs each. They go through 50# of feed a week and countless barrels of sunflower seeds and fresh worms. They are machines of eating and growing. They will be delicious.