Red Dirt Farm and Studio

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 Is this the last bit of winter weather?

One can hope.

The end, amen.

Whisper it like a prayer.

 

I thought that when I started to write this post it truly would be the end of winter and cold weather.

The snow quickly melted and temperatures soared.  We went from winter straight into summer-like temperatures.  It felt so good to have the warm sun kissing my skin.  It lasted for two days.

Just like that, it is cold again.

 

Thank you all for your kind words and support.  It really is an amazing thing to have the care of strangers out there in the blogging world.  Then again, Y’all aren’t strangers – you are friends from afar.

Oh and Miss Linda – Polish chicks.

  Thank you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m a lazy gardener.  That’s no lie.    Also, I take an intentionally disorganized approach to gardening.  I’ve somewhat come to terms that at this point in my life, between injuries and less than perfect health and along with my preference for a carefree looking garden.  Wildflower gardening suits me.  It really does.  I scatter the seeds and pray for an amazing bountiful outcome.  And.  No weeding.

Last year my flower farming dreams turned to disappointment with broken farm equipment and a severe drought that lasted into the fall.  There were no flowers to speak of to sell at the farm stand.

More importantly no flowers for my soul.

I was way beyond sad.

Against doctors orders, I spent some time outdoors this past weekend, soaking up those 80-degree temperatures.  My butt was firmly planted on the ground and my hands dug deep in the soil.  Sure, I’m paying the price now, but sometimes my mental health needs nurturing too and the best thing for me is fresh air sunshine and my beautiful red dirt.

One of my gardening goals for this season was to put in a Lavender hedge.  It may be smaller than I would have preferred, but it is a start.  I just wish I had added sand to the clay soil before I planted, for better drainage.

I started a new wildflower area and spent joyful time scattering my seeds.  I went to bed completely exhausted but with a big smile on my face.

  There would be flowers.

Lots of beautiful flowers. I will be able to sell flowers at the farm stand this year.

 I awoke to thunder and heavy rain.  Not just a little rain, but torrential downpouring, gullywasher, flooding rains.  Several inches in just a few hours.

  Seeds washed thither and yon.  Dreams drowned.

Mr. Cottage went to the store the very next day and bought replacement seeds.  He’s good to me that way.

He’s a good, good person.

The hummingbirds have returned. Oh those tiny feet and big attitudes.   The buzzing and diving.  So good to see them again.

The lilacs are starting to bloom.  Yes, I will plaster this blog with a million lilac photos.

Last time we visited I told you about Broody Phillis.  One hatched, it died immediately and she abandoned the rest of the eggs, and that was that.

Meanwhile, two more girls have gone broody.  We don’t need any more chickens.   The day I found Shirley sitting, I got a call from a previous customer, looking to purchase more chicks.  Good timing.  Things sometimes just work out.

I’ve rambled on.

 

I must have flowers, always and always.  – Claude Monet

 

That’s all for today.