We were in town all last week while Mike attended the NAIA World Series. Our local Lewis Clark State College lost out early in the week, but Mike enjoyed the games. And while he was busy, I enjoyed quiet time with my projects.
The three of us – Mike, Bess, and I – drove to the farm in
the old pick-up on Sunday (May 31). The old Dodge RAM is a gas-guzzler, so we
made the trip count both ways. We carried pavers and treated wood to the farm which
will be used to renovate the raised bed when Hallie comes later this month. After
offloading those supplies, we loaded the disappointing Whirlpool washing
machine which we delivered to the shop in town today. Murray had volunteered to
come help us on Monday, but Mike was able to load it with a dolly and my assistance.
We senior citizens like to solve our own problems as long as we can.
The first thing I noticed as we drove into the farm was the
bed of dazzling purple iris on the bank behind the house. I regret they were
not in bloom on Memorial Day weekend.
The tomatoes and strawberries seem to be doing well, but “something”
is eating my green beans and zucchini sprouts. Hallie suggests I plant
marigolds in that bed, and maybe I should. I’ll have to buy them. Too late to
start from seed. I’ll also buy a zucchini plant – and some slug bait. I don’t
think it’s too late to replant the beans and hope for the best. KW
