Just to say hello
and keep up with the pace of farm goings-on
The CHICKS HAVE ARRIVED--actually on Sunday May 6th!
Tuesday, May 15, 2012
HEY it's MID MAY!
Just to say hello
and keep up with the pace of farm goings-on
The CHICKS HAVE ARRIVED--actually on Sunday May 6th!
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Garden Ticks
Would you believe (and only in Sandgate)...
......the other evening, hubby asked me to look at a spot on his forearm that hurt him. I obliged. I'd had a few glasses of wine with dinner and my eyesight never was what it used to be...but HONEST, it looked like a scab. Yesterday we worked all morning in the garden planting beets, onions, peas, and potatoes. Since the day wasn't over we thought we'd do some more. Hubby called the plumber and when Johnny the plumber came in, Joe asked him to look at the scab. John is not so young anymore, but with the keen eyesight of the Sandgate hunter-plumbers, John discovered that the scab was no longer a scab--but a nasty engorging TICK. I ran for the tick remover! So out of breath was I, that John stepped in, waxing surgical. Using a lime green tick remover with aplomb, removed the tick placing it on 2 inch wide clear transparent cellophane tape (which he had ordered me to fetch in his best plumb-surgical command voice). There that lil' bugger was, all full of pincers with a fat swollen red belly--sealed in cello with just enough air space to remain alive.
We drove over to New York State where there is an URGENT CARE facility. We arrived. The computers were down. So after much time, hubby was ushered into a room. After much more time he was allowed to see a doctor. We live in East Sandgate. The doctor was from the West Sandgate. After a lot more time, we were allowed to purchase the pills that made hubby sick later that night.
......the other evening, hubby asked me to look at a spot on his forearm that hurt him. I obliged. I'd had a few glasses of wine with dinner and my eyesight never was what it used to be...but HONEST, it looked like a scab. Yesterday we worked all morning in the garden planting beets, onions, peas, and potatoes. Since the day wasn't over we thought we'd do some more. Hubby called the plumber and when Johnny the plumber came in, Joe asked him to look at the scab. John is not so young anymore, but with the keen eyesight of the Sandgate hunter-plumbers, John discovered that the scab was no longer a scab--but a nasty engorging TICK. I ran for the tick remover! So out of breath was I, that John stepped in, waxing surgical. Using a lime green tick remover with aplomb, removed the tick placing it on 2 inch wide clear transparent cellophane tape (which he had ordered me to fetch in his best plumb-surgical command voice). There that lil' bugger was, all full of pincers with a fat swollen red belly--sealed in cello with just enough air space to remain alive.
We drove over to New York State where there is an URGENT CARE facility. We arrived. The computers were down. So after much time, hubby was ushered into a room. After much more time he was allowed to see a doctor. We live in East Sandgate. The doctor was from the West Sandgate. After a lot more time, we were allowed to purchase the pills that made hubby sick later that night.
Planting-April ends but will the cold?
Even though the weather is not what we'd like, we've been busy planting. Hat & jacketed, we have managed to plant fava beans, beets, onions and potatoes. We have lots more started in cell trays.
That snap of early warm weather just ruined us for the return of the same ole' cold.
That snap of early warm weather just ruined us for the return of the same ole' cold.
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