I had it planned out to do a post including seed starting. I took the pictures of some of the seed packets when I got started.
My friend Tina gave me a whole bag full of these plant tags she made out of old window blinds. They are so much nicer than the ones you buy at the store.
The seeds I got free from WinterSown . I planned to try one of each, and then decide which ones I like the best, and next year separate them for seed.
I got them all planted and marked. I filled three flats with there 4" pots.
Set up my mini greenhouse, and set it in the only place that I thought was safe. "Thought" that's the key word. Last year I was able to set it on the edge of the back porch up, against a shelf, and tie it to the shelf so the wind wouldn't knock it over. But when my Dad fixed the back porch, we moved the shelf. Leaving me with nothing to strap it to. So this time around I set it on the edge of the porch up against the freezer. I thought that the freezer would block the wind from blowing it over. I was wrong! The north wind came up a few days back during the night. When I woke up, I could hear it crashing into the house. I dreaded getting out of bed knowing it could not have withstood these strong gusts, causing the house to creak and pop.
It knocked it over spilling the tiny newly emerged seedlings out onto the ground. As a began picking plants up and putting them back in there pots, I realized it wasn't as terrible as it could have been. I managed to save about 90 %. Some got spilled together preventing me from being able to identify what tomato plants they are, but at least they survived. My main loss was the herbs I had just planted a couple days before. They will all need to be reseeded, along with all the tomatoes that lost there tags, so I know what I am testing out.
They are all back in the greenhouse, but this time I Gorilla taped it to the freezer. I have learned my lesson.
I'm starting to think this place should be called Murphy's Law Farm.
My parents took a little day trip and picked up her new cow on Sunday.
Before they picked up the cow she said the seller named the cow Snooki! And I asked if she was going to rename her, since we are not fans of that show. She said "We will wait and see. If the cow knows its name, it will stay." When they backed the trailer in the driveway, I climbed up on the side of the trailer to take a look. I was shocked! She is soooo tiny! And she was Snooki! It is so funny how fitting her name is, and she does know her name.
I think she's as close as we will get to watching Jersey Shore.
She needs a bit of a fattening. Obviously we know how to do that ; ) But she is supposed to be 16 months old and already bred. My Mom asked if she is a miniature, since she is so tiny, but the guy didn't know. My parents said all his Jerseys were really tiny including the bull she was bred to, so I looked Miniature Jerseys up, and that is what she looks like. I'm glad. I don't want to handle any great big cows anymore, and my Parents aren't getting any younger. Not that any of us are. So she looks like the perfect cow for our family. She isn't used to being handled much, but we aren't having any trouble winning her over with grain, apples, and yesterday she discovered how wonderful it is to have a human brush her.
So that's Snooki.
Kimberly
