|Over the north field toward Teakean Butte|
Temperatures are warmer. Daffodils, forsythia, and various flowering trees are in bloom. It looks like spring. It smells like spring. It feels like spring. So, it must be spring. However, when I got up this morning it was 34.
|Hi Hallie . . .|
Yesterday forenoon, we loaded the pick-up with eight freshly-dug raspberry canes, a light lunch, Bess and Nellie, and headed for the farm at Gilbert. We were a bit apprehensive about the task ahead of us – to de-winterize the farmhouse. We just never know . . .
Mike had the steps lined out in his mind, and I was his assistant. We pressurized the holding tank, turned on the hot water tank, and turned on the power to the pump at the pole – or something like that. We checked out all the faucets and commodes. One of the commodes needs new innards, but we knew that. Otherwise all was well, and we’re relieved. Our last task was to turn on the refrigerator. No problems.
|Daffodils in the grove|
Tuesday morning as it rained, Mike and Ken dug raspberry canes from Ken’s patch. (Mike failed to tell Ken that rain would not cancel this scheduled event.) I transplanted the canes to my patch while Mike checked out the 4-wheeler. And yes, I fertilized the patch.
The strawberry plants are getting old and don't appear to have wintered well. I plan to start a new bed this year.
|Daffodils and Crown Imperials|
The blooms at the farm are probably two weeks behind the valley. The daffodils in sunny areas are blooming while those in shady spots are just beginning to open. None of the fruit or flowering trees and shrubs are blooming yet.
|Daffodils in Clarkston rock garden|
We were back in town about 4:30. Here's a picture I took of our daffodils in bloom. KW