Flowerland

prairie 5-7-15
It is difficult to get motivated about the flower garden when you look out the window and the whole “backyard” is coming up in wildflowers.

In fact, at the retreat house where I work, which will have its first major bloom on the prairie installed two years ago, the question came up at our last board meeting: “Should we dig up the perennial bed?” Every year we spend a day separating the lilies and cleaning things up, putting in the annuals and mulching. Flower gardens can be so fussy. All gardens can, of course, be fussy, but the tradition of “ornamental” gardens is the worst.

My mantra this year about the vegetable garden is pretty much the same as last year: keep the weeds at bay enough that they don’t harm the produce. When I watch organic farm shows (they’re everywhere now) I’m so happy to see how messy the hipster gardens are.

potatoonionbean 5-15Of course, I have to do a little better than just keeping the weeds from overwhelming the produce. I keep the raised beds very well weeded. And if I don’t keep ahead of the weeds in the onion-potato-bean plot, it encourages gophers and damaging insects to move in. To that end, I did fuss– laying down paths of landscaping fabric covered with mulch and covering the beans with a light layer of straw. I’ll also get my hula hoe into service. But I know that by July, I’ll get less diligent and let weeds push up around the edges, just pulling the ones in with the large potato vines and bean plants and keeping the others from seeding out. At the end of the season, it will take a tiller to get things back to black dirt.

A few weeks ago Steve fixed the retaining wall on the flower garden, upending some of the perennials. It was about the same time Jeff was going around planting things all over the prairie. He said in an off-hand way, “I stuck a few blazing stars in your garden.” (This is a little issue with Jeff– he has been known to prune trees we didn’t want pruned, etc.) So far my flower garden has been a “prairie-free zone.” But the other day I saw these funny plants coming up in a little pocket where I used to have succulent-type plants.

Jeff said, “Hey, the blazing stars!”

blazingstarlupineI was about to pull out two other little things, literally two leaved-sprouts I assumed were weeds. “Don’t pull those!” Jeff said. “Those are lupine.” And sure enough, within a week, they’d sprouted the flower-like leaves of lupines. I love lupines, so might move them when they’re bigger into the main part of the flower garden. And I can’t pull up blazing stars, so they’ll no doubt be towering above the first row of alyssum and thyme by July. Why fuss?

lupine with prairie

 

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Planting


April 30 harvest
This is my first real harvest of the season, from April 30, 2015. The greens and radishes came out of the cold frame and the asparagus and chives just came up out of the ground!

Most of what these days are about is not harvesting but planting. The cold frame really does help to have some results so the idea of getting food isn’t completely conceptual right now. It also gives me a head start on slow-growing carrots that are starting to come up thanks to the greenhouse effect of the cold frame. Finally, I was able to put my cauliflower and broccoli seedlings in there the past two weeks, where they were able to “harden off” and remain safe from the wind.

In my kitchen there is a list right now of “garden priorities.” I tend to be one of those people who wants everything done immediately. At work I always feel overwhelmed on Monday and then have not much to do later in the week. I can’t seem to pace myself.

The list helps. I can tell myself I’ll do one thing on the list each day. In that way the beans have gotten planted and the paths in the garden plot covered with landscape fabric and cedar mulch. Yesterday, the potato bags got planted, a fun task that involves driving the bags out to the yak compost pile and mixing soil (peat, yak compost and mushroom compost) in the large wheelbarrow, then shoveling it into the bags with the seed potatoes. I came in afterwards and started a poem about the yak compost.

potato bags

The main goal for the weekend is to get these chickens out of my basement! I’m hoping to get Steve on Sunday (poor guy’s one day off) to fence their yard and we’ll cover it with netting to keep the hawks at bay. Boy are they going to be happy to discover how much room they will have! I think they will be naturals at digging for bugs. They’re already scratching the floor of the cage. I’m happy to report they are not pecking each other, but they are pecking the cage. Two more days, guys.

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I also am claiming a large plot of cleared land for future use. Next year we’ll do some permanent structures like wood raised beds, but this year it will be for growing squash vines. However, I can’t resist carving out more good plant space, and I’m planning to haul out about 30 cement blocks from behind the barn for a temporary raised bed as well. I have started so many pepper and tomato plants, and I can’t let them go to waste just because the greenhouse isn’t finished!

My usual tendency of taking over the flower bed for vegetables is also showing its broccoli 5-1-15face. This morning I transplanted four kinds of cabbages where the alyssum border usually goes and since I was able to split my giant thyme plant (which I successfully kept alive all winter), the usual thyme border can also be replaced with other herbs. I am trying to resist plopping some onions in there.

In my defense, I also started cosmos, poppies and dahlias inside and they have excellent placement in what is properly a flower garden bed.

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While We’re Young

imagesThe other night we went to see Noah Baumbach’s new film, While We’re Young. I laughed so hard– not just at what was transpiring on screen but also at myself. I identified so much with Ben Stiller’s character and this particular vision of “the struggling artist in a midlife transition” surrounded by hipster young artists. And I found in it some good advice and also a troubling reflection on modern documentary storytelling.

images-1The main advice is no surprise: to the young, the middle aged will never be cool. The time for being cool is over. One of my favorite moments in the film transposed Josh and Cornelia (Stiller and Naomi Watts) on Facebook and the twenty-something artist couple they’ve befriended Jamie and Darby (Adam Driver and Amanda Seyfried) saying they’re not on Facebook. Josh is telling Jamie that Facebook can be very useful. Forget it.

So we spend all this time keeping up-to-date with technology and it turns out it doesn’t matter. You can’t keep up. You can only visit the world of the young and enjoy the ride. (Flash to my musician step-son-in-law telling me about Ayahuasca use in Brooklyn just two weeks ago. For the record, he’s not going there. Nor am I.)

Another great moment in the film is about music. Jamie has a very, very large record collection. And Josh tells a friend that his taste is “democratic”: Beethoven, Thin Lizzy, Jay-Z. No high or low art. “It’s so refreshing.” Later, to psych him up for a film pitch, Jamie has him listen to Survivor’s “Eye of the Tiger,” and Josh says, “I remember when this song was just bad. But it’s working.” (Flash forward to my joy when my filmmaker step-daughter and musician son-in-law played Laurie Anderson’s “Superman” for me and, of course, I’d been there.)

UnknownJamie and Darby are infectious. But if this was just a film about how Gen-Xers are now old, it would not be as interesting as it is. There is a dark side– it’s Noah Baumbach after all. And here is where I have to announce a spoiler alert.

Jamie and Josh are both documentarians. Cornelia’s father is a successful documentarian of the previous generation. Josh has issues with his father-in-law (Josh never takes his advice and has not followed in his footsteps or distinguished himself on his own terms). These issues are psychological and emotional, but the issues he has with Jamie are artistic and even moral. Over the course of the film it becomes clear that Jamie befriended him to get to his famous father-in-law and also that he’s manipulating Josh and dishonest in his filmmaking. He’s invented a gimmick (involving Facebook) that gives more oomph to the story he wants to tell about an Afghanistan War vet.

large_9dtNrH00ac1MvPnGucIjOx35OgTThis plot line is a direct reference to the film Catfish. In that film, two young filmmakers, Ariel and Nev Schulman, portray themselves as caught in a false Facebook-driven relationship with someone who doesn’t exist. It is a very entertaining film, and the story of the woman in Michigan who invented all these false Facebook identities is true. However, Nev and Ariel’s relationship with her, as depicted in the film, strains credulity. Journalists and critics have said Catfish has “a truth problem.”

Jamie’s film has a truth problem, but even when it is exposed by Josh, he doesn’t really care. What he is making is a new thing– entertainment + truth. The frame doesn’t matter, because the core of the story is true.

So here is where we aging Gen-Xers are. The world is changing not just in silly ways, DIY ice cream, a love of analog, and a chicken in your living room. What disturbs Josh about Jamie is the way he’s changing the art form he’s devoted his life to, the way documentary storytelling is changing. We can cry with Oprah who tried valiantly to keep authenticity in the memoir.

In the end, the film takes a position, voiced by Charles Grodin as the father-in-law and senior documentarian. It’s a very generous response, maybe channelling Roger Ebert’s response to Catfish. It’s one that can be given by the guy who is successful and elder enough to accept this kind of artistic shift.

There’s also a positive resolution for Josh. In a way he chooses life, his family life, and relationship over recording life. He also becomes more generous and maybe even can take criticism, maybe can have an actual human relationship with his father-in-law.

He gives up on cool– but does he also give up on core principles?

stuff_serial_46[1]I’m not happy with what’s going on with storytelling, particularly “true story” telling. At the same time, I’ve turned slightly from my autobiographical poetry to writing fiction. What I’m writing now has a basis in actual events, but I’m not pretending it happened that way. And I’m only interested in the deeper truths to be found from an exploration of character and plot in writing. Truth.

If, however, a documentary tells a truth but “fiddles with the timeline” and the documentarian plays a role in the film that is more fiction than reality, does it matter– as long as the truth is told? It’s been very interesting to see Andrew Jarecki and the other filmmakers in tUnknown-1he wake of The Jinx be heralded as the guys who (may have) brought Robert Durst to justice and on the other hand as the guys who “played” a serial killer by making him think they were his friends and getting him to (maybe) confess, and may have held onto information longer than they should have. No one can deny, however, that The Jinx was both great entertainment and resulted in the arrest of a dangerous man. Hello HBO.

Entertainment + Reality = Truth is with us to stay. Or until the next generation embraces something else.

 

Notes: Jarecki and his partner were the producers of Catfish. Noah Baumbach’s girlfriend Greta Gerwig (of Frances Ha!) was roommates with one or both of the Schulmans.

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“Habits” interview on A Nun’s Life

Habits front coverThis interview is almost two years old, but I didn’t realize it was available as a podcast. I had so much fun doing this interview with Sister Julie Viera and Sister Maxine Kollasch.

For those who would like to hear more about the process of writing Habits, here you go.

To purchase the book, visit the book page on this site.

To read some of the coverage and for links to some of the pieces, click here.

 

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More Spring

wetland burn 4-2015
I went to Chicago for four days and this happened. I’m so sad I missed it– the fire to beat all fires, burning the wetlands. The green parts of the prairie were burned two weeks ago, and as you can see they’re already greening up nicely. The fescue paths are behind schedule, so there’s this wonderful palette right now of yellow, green and black.

The wetlands used to be a wild snarl of Reed Canary Grass, buckthorn, thistles, scrubby trees, cattails, and other stuff. It was a dramatic burn. In the description Steve talked about large trees “torching— or no, they call it candling.” Well, I can imagine what those words describe. Because there have been a few fires that got away from people in recent weeks, Steve was extra careful afterwards, and he and Jeff cut down some of the dead trees that were still smoldering inside.

My biggest fear was for the sandhill cranes. But one flew over even as I was photographing.

sand hill crane flying

I am wondering if they have relocated to a more guarded area by the large pond. They are wonderful hiders, though, and there is still that patch of grass around the open water. The frogs submerged until after the fire moved through and within 15 minutes they were singing their courting songs again.

wetland burn closeup 4-2015This time of year I wish I knew more about foraging. I look at some of the raised beds that are filling with weeds, and think with different eyes I would be able to see the edible greens. I have a book ordered, Midwest Foraging by Lisa Rose of Grand Rapids, Michigan, but it won’t be out until June.

green cover in bedsIt’s OK, because over these four days the greens and radishes in the cold frame did a lot of growing. In a couple weeks– before May 1st!– I’ll have some fancy greens and a crop of radishes.

cold frame greens 4-19-15It’s going to be a cold week, so I’m not moving the brassicas out of their pots and into a bed yet. But today, Steve is clearing ground behind the garden for the chicken coop and pen. Because the burn extended along the fence line behind my garden, things are looking  clear and nearly civilized back there. The barrier is gone between my garden and the large farm field next to our property.

garden line burnAnd I’m happy to report that even the chickens are happier. They love the new cage that the can see through. They spend the whole day jumping and chasing each other from one side to the other. Making me ask that age old question, “Why did the chicken cross the cage?” They really do seem to have no rhyme or reason. They are also looking much more grown up even after four days.

chickens 4-19-15I had a really great time in Chicago these past four days. A particular highlight was visiting the three fifth grade writing classes at Coonley School. I talked to the kids about poetry– and they shared with me what they already knew, which was QUITE a lot, I’m happy to say. And we wrote together, which was very fun, too. I’ve come back and already started looking for other fifth graders! That was my favorite time in school (4-6 grade), and it’s quite heartening to be with a group of lively kids who get so excited to write poems.

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Humans and Chickens

chickens april 10Today is going to be a fun day. The weather will be warm(ish), and the garden bed will get tilled. Time to plant some onions and potatoes! Time to plant beets!

Also time to move the chickens into a different domicile. They aren’t ready to move to their coop, but the box seems cramped and unfriendly. Steve says he has some chicken cages, that will let them look around and maybe not feel quite so trapped.

Or, you know, from a chicken windowless interrogation room to a chicken jail.

I didn’t expect to feel like such a jailer in this human/chicken relationship. I thought it would be so mutually beneficial. They give me eggs and I give them a lovely place to live, food and water. They’d be independent and entertaining. You know, like cats!

This morning on the Knopf Doubleday “poem of the day” post which I get every National Poetry Month, was a poem by the Chinese Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu that captures this relationship– more closely tied to the food chain than the peaceable kingdom!

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I’ve been working on my own little chicken poem. I figure I’ll add stanzas as the “relationship” develops. I hope it has a happy ending!

The baby chicks
cheep cheep cheep
and huddle beneath
their new mother lamp.

They shudder in my hand
as I stroke their downy backs.
I coo and try to soothe.
In response, they poop.

The adolescent chicks
jump and thump the lid
of the box, protest captivity
but don’t want to be picked up.

Always they protest me,
the hand that feeds them,
that moves them to clean the box,
with evil eye and defiant beak.

To get a poem-a-day delivered to your e-mail inbox during April, visit this site at Knopf. Here is the link to the Du Fu broadside.

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Starting Inside

photo-41Note to self: don’t put any plants outside when it’s maple syrup season.

This “when the soil can be worked” business seems to me a cruel joke. I have been all optimistic and got a crushing blow from the weather this past week. When the temperature soared to 70 on April 2, I didn’t go completely crazy. I looked at the 10-day weather forecast and saw that it called for temperatures of 30 and above overnight.

Ten days would bring us close to mid-April, close enough that I had hope things wouldn’t drop down below 30 again. I prepared the first bed and took the time to plant the leeks that have been growing on the windowsill since late February. Like blades of grass, but with good root systems, I gave them room to develop by September (they take six months to mature) into thick, sweet, stalks. I watered them.

photo-42I also moved out the broccoli and cauliflower in their pots and put them in the cold frame, where they will get better sunlight and “harden off.” I put out some kale and spinach plants and covered them with row cover next to the leeks. They had leaves and so I thought they might be a bit more delicate.

That night the temperature dropped to 14 degrees. When I went out the next morning, the ground around the leeks was frozen solid. The ground under the row cover seemed OK, but the wind had blown the row cover against the leaves and they were blanched white.

photo-39I came inside and planted more leek seeds, wishing I lived in Iowa. Cursing weather.com. Happy for the health of the broccoli and the cauliflower, and even a few kale plants that survived well in the cold frame.

Saturday walking through the maple syrup operation at Saint John’s University, I made the connection. The sap runs in the trees when there are freezing temperatures overnight and temps above freezing during the day. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought this through before moving those leeks outside. Of course it was likely to go below that manageable overnight temperature of 28 degrees. On the bright side, SJU is having a fantastic syruping season this year!

 

Today I started a motherlode of tomatoes and peppers. Inside. I have two warming mats below the trays to help with propagation. I also planted tomatillos, eggplant, cabbage and celery.

I planted enough tomatoes and peppers to seriously increase my yield. The hope is that the greenhouse, even if not completed, will have raised beds in it where I can transfer these on June 1st. Even without walls, if there is access to water and good soil, they will do fine. That is after the last frost date and also after the winds of  May. The greenhouse is in a gentle space, buffered (but not shaded) by groves of pines. Though one can put out the tomatoes May 15, when I look over my past “notes to self,” I see very clearly written: “Don’t put the tomatoes out until JUNE.”

photo-40The chickens are adolescents now, after only 2 1/2 weeks. They are not as cute (the awkward phase between down and feathers). They hate me of course (maybe it’s because I let children pick them up on Easter). They’ve taken to flying up– at some point they’re going to clear the box and be running around the basement if I’m not careful about closing the lid.

It was fun to plant with them in the room. At one point they took a little nap, nestled in a circle, butts toward the center. When I went for my camera, they of course woke up. They actually don’t seem to like each other much either. I mark it up to sibling rivalry.

 

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Prairie Time

burn with c h and steve
Last night we had dinner on the screen porch for the first time this season. Gone were the winter coats and hats from the burn a few nights before, as the temperature shot up to 70 degrees. We remarked again how amazing it is when the place goes from the deep silence of winter right to bird mating season– pheasants, red-winged blackbirds, robins, sand hill cranes, geese, ducks, sparrows, everyone is cheeping and squawking! (There’s even a little of that in the basement, as the chickens graduated from their heat lamp today and aren’t quite sure what to make of it.)

We are very lucky to have Jeff Evander on our prairie team. He also has come out of a deep winter silence and every day for a week he’s been out on our prairie. Jeff is our resident prairie savant. He can recognize and name any tree (even hybrids), dead or alive, at 30 yards. He’s the one who told us about Indian Marker Trees. I’ve been with him in a newly planted prairie where he’ll point out dozens of the tiniest sprouts of green plants and name them all.

Thanks to Jeff, and to Steve’s willingness to embrace the largest and most expansive plan possible in any situation, there are burn permits and extensive fire breaks in place to burn the wetlands and most of the scrubby acres of our property in the next week. Hopefully we’ll have the right winds and weather tomorrow to burn the wetlands.

sand hill cranes in fall 2013

sand hill cranes in fall 2013

I’ve been the chief advocate for the sand hill cranes on this one. Turns out they love it after a burn because they prefer open spaces. It is true that they hang out in the burned areas of the prairie whenever they’re available. They are quite adaptable and even if they have a nest there now, they’ll quickly rebuild after the fire. They haven’t performed their mating dance yet, so there are no eggs (though they’re even known to lay new eggs if they’re damaged this early in the season by fire).

It’s possible we’ll have the right conditions to burn “the whole enchilada” as Jeff calls it. I have to admit, nervous Nellie that I am, the idea of the whole enchilada in one big fire frightens me a bit. But my parents will be here and I’d love to share that experience with them!

jeff planting blazing starsYesterday, Jeff was out here planting blazing stars. He just showed up, with a shovel and his large white bags of seed. Here and there throughout the prairie he knelt down and started digging and planting. I went out to see what he was up to.

August 2013 blazing star

August 2013 blazing star

Blazing stars are really the glory of the prairie. We have a few here and there, but Jeff explained that they will spread and grow in huge clusters, up to 100 plants in a place. He was “seeding colonies.” He dug up a bunch of blazing star “bulbs” last fall from large plots of old prairie and covered them with leaves in bags in his yard over the winter, and brought them to us.

jeff with rabbit blazing starJeff has names for everything, and he calls the bulbs with their clusters of leaves “rabbits.” Digging in the bag, he said, “Let me see if I have any rabbits for you.” We settled for a reconstructed rabbit.

The bulbs themselves are like onion bulbs (but blazing stars are not in the allium family). Jeff explained they are unique in that they send out long new roots every year, looking for nourishment, unlike many perennials that wait for the nourishment to reach them. The roots die back when they become dormant.

planting blazing starsYou plant them like onions. Find a place in the prairie where there aren’t thick clumps of grasses, slash into the soil a bit, dig in with your fingers and plant them, roots down and pointy side up, the little piece of stalk up through the ground.

blazing star and grasses burnedOn the way out of the prairie he showed me a dormant, dead blazing star that survived the recent burn. One more look at the mature prairie. The dark clumps are our grasses, and soon the perennials will be popping up through the empty spaces.

If that major prairie burn happens, I’ll have my camera handy and check back in… otherwise, have a blessed Triduum and Easter!

burn at sunset

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Bright Sun, Howling Wind

windowsill lettuces 3-28-15I have been reading through old pieces of writing trying to find poems and seeds of poems to develop for a manuscript I’m putting together. I found a draft written in late April that talked about wanting to plant out in the raised beds– and harvesting rhubarb. I remember those old days when I thought I couldn’t plant outside until after the last frost date– which in these parts is May 15. And I remember the look on my friend Connie’s face when she realized I was waiting so long, and how I then learned the meaning of “when the soil can be worked.”

Today I’m all about the windowsill and the micro-climate. Things are starting to germinate out in the cold frame, where it is nice and toasty even though it’s cold and windy outside. It’s maple syrup time right now, when the freezing night/thawing day cycle is in full swing and the sap is flowing and if it was only warm for a few days at a time I’d start hardening off the kale and spinach for transplant. If it would get even in the high 20s at night I’d go ahead and put the spinach out in the cold frame.

But I’m holding off. It’s only late March– and March is going out like a lion this year. One can start planting seeds, maybe, but moving delicate seedlings? Not quite yet. I even got myself to hold off planting the tomatoes and peppers, since next week after Easter will be plenty fine. I ruthlessly thinned the kale and herb pots (only one kale plant or basil plant per small pot now).

To console myself, I’m growing a tray of sunflower sprouts. So, so fantastic. After only three days, they look like this:

sunflower sprouts 3-28-15

With luck, in another four days, they’ll look like this:

sunflower sprouts

And speaking of killing young kale plants that have struggled valiantly to grow under a light, these chicks are making me feel like an evil chicken trafficker. When I stick my arm in to check the water or add more food, they run under their lamp and chirp in fear. If I reach for one of them, they complain loudly and try to climb the box. Their reaction to me, even when I’m speaking in my most soothing voice and even though I’m such a benevolent overlord, is straight up panic. I need to detach.

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Of course, there is also the situation with Fred.

My niece has suggested I name them Eenie, Meenie, Miney, Moe… and Fred. I knew right away which one was Fred, because there is one who gets pushed out away from the lamp more often. Well, Fred had a big piece of poop stuck to his butt yesterday. I cleaned the box, put in fresh straw and water and a better feeder that they won’t be able to poop in, and picked up Fred to remove the poop. It was really stuck on there. So now, I’m afraid, Fred has a bald butt.

Which makes it easier to tell which one is Fred. But also probably is a good reason for them to fear me. (Fred is in the back in this picture, with his butt keeping warm under the lamp. See how he’s giving me the evil eye?)

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Arrival of the Chickens

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One of Steve’s favorite stories about his daughter Julia is about getting chickens. They drove out to the hatchery one spring morning and picked up a small box packed with baby chicks. A few years at the beginning they got as many as 50 chicks a season.

Steve remembers coming up the drive and Julia spotting her cousin Paul and leaning out the car window yelling: “Paul! We got the chickens!

I feel every bit asUnknown excited as Julia with my first chickens. I went to the Cold Spring Country Store as soon as the coop was built and ordered them to arrive today. Four for me and four for our family farm neighbors Annie and Tim. I read the descriptions in the booklet and chose Silver Laced Wyandotte. One, they are beautiful. Two, they are good layers. They will lay brown eggs, which to my mind is better than white but not quite as good as blue. The blue and green eggs tend to be smaller.

IMG_9603They are in the basement in a box lined with hay and hopefully will figure out the water and food situation soon. They have a warm light and that’s made them settle down and stop cheeping quite a bit.

Saturday we had a burn of the prairie. It was very well attended, as burns go. The ground is still frozen but it was still and the foliage is dry so the burn went well. It was like a mobile bonfire, with people walking around on the edge where it was warm. There were a few areas that they didn’t get to before full dark. Last night it snowed, so now we wait for it to dry out and get another permit and hopefully have another window for burning the rest.

Although it’s cold and we’re mostly feeling out of sorts, waiting and waiting to get on with things, there is no question that spring will be here soon. And when it does, there will be chickens.

garden coop close

 

 

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