This time last year I had corn up. This year farmers are over two weeks behind due to all the rain and a bad cold spell we had the end of March with snow flurries. April 10, the temperatures were in the eighties. Tennessee River Valley weather forecasters have a fit trying to guess what the weather is going to do. The redbuds and dogwoods, two wing silverbells and yoshino cherry trees are blooming. The daffodils are finishing up and the iris is just starting. This time last year my peonies were in bloom. This year they are up about six inches.
Last weekend I watched a fertilizer spreader tractor raising dust as it went across the field in front of my house. A couple of hours later it was pouring down rain as a planter rushed across the field until the rain made it too gummy to continue.
Eastern Bluebirds are making their nests. I replaced two boxes the wild woman on a John Deere knocked off with the finishing mower last summer. Right after I installed them, I noticed a couple checking out the new digs.
Wednesday of this week, the temperatures were in the eighties. I plowed up my garden and planted a short row of corn. My hairdresser asked me the next day what my definition of a short row. Twenty four feet is a good short row for me and he agreed. He said his Dad used to tell him to go hoe his short rows and they were a couple of hundred feet long. A long row was all the way across the field and back.
Thursday storms rolled through and I had another 1.77 inches of rain. We lucked out and the severe weather hit east of us. I don’t know if my corn will come up through standing water now. I’ll probably be replanting later. Friday’s temperatures were over twenty degrees lower. Here it is the middle of April and I’m cranking up the heat.
The Hooligans fear of thunder since they were shot hasn’t gotten any better. While I was at work during the storm, they went through the screen on my screen porch, tore out a window screen on the house and on the fench doors trying to get in the house. I’m surprised that they didn’t set off the bugler alarm. The cruel things that humane do to a dog have lasting effects on them. I’m still accessing the damage. I give them a melatonin pill when I’m at home to calm them down.
Locally Saturday we had our Earth Day Festivities and Master Gardener’s garden tour of nine gardens, a wildflower walk and historical walking tours in Florence, Sheffield and Tuscumbia. The walking tours are running each Saturday in April and are good for educating about our historical structures in the area, which we are blessed with. I decided to do the garden tours and go to the Earth Day festivities when finished even though I needed to do some serious weeding in my flower beds. I finally mowed the yard Friday afternoon after work, picked up the hay and hauled to the compost pile to make me feel better about going on the tour. Then I worked on weeding my flower bed along the driveway between the front walk and house. By dark I had a pile lying on the driveway large enough to make a bale of hay. Patches used it as a bed for a couple of days until I hauled it off to the compost pile.
I set up on the back steps and got a few bird pictures and heard my first hummer until the Hooligans came thundering up and scared everyone away. I left the house at 9:30 and left the last house at 6 PM. Needless to say since the Earth Day celebration ended at 5 PM, I didn’t make it. I needed to pick up some old windows to redo my greenhouse.
Levi was glad to see me get home; somehow he had gotten his front leg under his collar and was hopping around on three legs. I talked to Mom after I got home and she said that Patches was lying on the driveway close to the house most of the day and thought it strange and wondered if she was sick. I told her she was taking advantage of the pile of weeds and was taking a nice snooze on it. I guess it’s like sleeping newly mowed hay patch.
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