You could call this an excuse, but birthing a baby just before planting season didn’t help matters much. I have a bucket full of seed packets that I fully intended to get in the ground. It’s mid-July, and the bucket is still sitting in the utility room. I did manage to put in some lively red begonias in one of the large planters near the entryway. My newly transplanted hastas are barely surviving… I think they may just need water. I’m so bad at this! I could have taken pictures, but honestly I am embarrassed. I will spare you the agony.
(But if you are desperate to see some of my past “handiwork” you can click here: Greenthumbery.)
Ladybug says we have nothing. The chickens are dead. Our dog is dead. And the tomatoes are on their way out. (I am really bad at remembering to water things.)
Homesteading is hard. And there have been some wonderful life lessons learned here in recent months. I hope my little lovies will remember the time we didn’t give up and eventually made it work.
On the lighter side, we have loads of mulberries this year… more than we could ever dream to pick ourselves. They are beautifully sweet and devilishly messy. I made the mistake of taking the girls out picking, leaving Lovey in a white shirt. (I never cared for that shirt much anyway…) I think they ate at least twice as many as made it into the bucket. Our freezer is nearly brimming with berries and we have only scratched the surface. I have dreams of pies, cobblers, and sauces.
|Briefly distracted to catch butterflies.|
Our hearts are still healing. We really miss Holly. But they are so many great things ahead. I am so thankful we get to call this place home.
Love & Coffee.