And it has nothing to do with what’s going on in the Middle East.
Our 2026 garden progress, surprise worms, and home!
I must have been way more exhausted than I thought.
The night before was one of those nights were I just didn’t sleep. Not restless or busy brain or pain, just… awake. Until about 4am.
Last night, I decided to try going to be early. I was in bed and messaged my daughter in the hospital, asking how she was doing, shortly after 8:30pm.
I fell asleep before she answered me.
When I woke later, needing to de-cat myself so I could go to the washroom, I checked the time, expecting it to be 3 or 4am.
It was barely past midnight.
I figured for sure I wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep again – and then I was awakened by cats crashing around in my room. Sure enough, it was about 5:30am, which is about when Ghosty goes into desctructo mode to wake me up and feed them.
So I did.
It was starting to get light out, but I went back to bed, expecting to not be able to fall asleep again, but I tried anyhow.
I opened my eyes and three hours had passed.
So I quickly got up and got ready to do my outside routine, which I always get done before I have breakfast. Especially when I end up going out later like this, because I know the outside cats would be quite hungry.
After feeding the cats I did my morning rounds, which includes checking all the garden beds. We had a “wintery mix” all night, and it was still raining. The sump pump has been going off, so the garden bed in the old kitchen with the vinyl cover, were I’d added the soaker hose, was being watered from below. The hose from the sump pump drains into a hole under the raised bed wall closest to the house, but it doesn’t go far, so it usually overflows into a path as well, but enough gets under the bed that it makes a difference.
When I got to the poly covered bed in the main garden area, I saw that water had collected in pools at the sides, where it’s weighted down by boards wrapped in the excess poly, again. Enough that, at one end, the weight was pushing the supportive hoop deeper into the ground and pooling more. So I was going to fiddle with the corner so that the water could rain into the bed when I noticed something odd.
A worm.
Two worms…
Ten?
Handfuls????
For some reason, all along the boards, on both sides, there were masses of earthworms in the water. In some places, I could see worms that had somehow managed to squeeze up the outside of the boards, under the poly. There were so many of them, I gave up trying to just drain the water. I unrolled all the boards and straightened out the poly, draining all the water away and taking out every stray would I could find. Amazingly, most of them looks like they were still alive, too!
Unrolling the poly required loosening the secured ends and removing the clips. When I rolled the boards up in the excess ploy again, I did it from below (which is much more awkward!) and in such a way that the poly now wraps completely around the outside of the raised bed’s log frame.
I was just finishing securing the second end when my daughter came out, asking if I could hear my phone or not.
I could hear nothing over the sounds of the poly as I fussed with it.
My older daughter has messaged us. She was free. Knowing it would take a while for us to get there, they told her to let us know first, and they would start the discharge paperwork and go over her prescriptions.
We had already prepped a back seat in the truck yesterday, and I decided to bring my walker along, just in case, which meant securing it in the box of the truck with some Bungee cords, so it would slide around as we drove, and we were soon on the road. Neither of us had eaten yet and it was past 10am by then, so we stopped at the next town to get a bit of gas, some beef jerky to tide us over, and a couple of energy drinks.
As we were driving in, I saw a gas station we would pass on the way out with gas at $1.729. We had gotten gas at $1.849, but most places in the city were $1.809. I decided it was worth getting more gas on the way back.
One of the things we asked my daughter was to find out where the pick up zone was, as I figured there was no way it was at the doors we’d gone in through when we visited.
It was those doors.
With my younger daughter to rubber neck for me while I was driving, she spotted the curb cut that passed as the entrance. Once we pulled in, I still couldn’t figure out where to park; at the doors was a fire lane, so no stopping at all. My daughter spotted some parking spots that looked like part of the patio, but the signs on the back wall said “permit only”. There was a truck sitting in what looked like the middle of the patio area, surrounded by several large, kidney shaped raised flower beds. That turned out to be where only 3 drop-off zone parking spots were, which I had to back into, because there was no room for me the truck to turn in. Thankfully, the “permit only” parking spaces were empty, because I had to pull into one of those to have room to back up.
Half hour only, paid parking only.
At least this time, I could use a machine in the lobby to pay for parking, rather than use a frickin’ website.
My daughter went ahead to get her sister while I took care of paying the parking, then waited in the lobby area for them. My older daughter was looking so much better! She was walking normally again, and she looked so happy to be leaving. She’s been stuck either sitting or lying down for the past week, with tubes and wires hanging off of her, so just being upright and moving made her feel better, too.
Once we had her settled into the truck, we headed out of the city, stopping to fill the tank at the one gas station with the lower price that I’d seen. Our next stop was going to be the pharmacy in town, so she could get a file set up and fill her prescriptions. Most of it will be vitamins.
I forgot, though.
Today is not Sunday. Today is a holiday Monday.
It wasn’t until I saw the empty parking lot at the pharmacy that I realized that. They were closed.
Which means my daughter won’t get her meds for the rest of the day.
We’re going to have to get back tomorrow, as soon as possible.
Meanwhile, my daughter was absolutely craving a meaty burger. The hospital food was good, but had no seasonings. Especially lacking in salt – and we don’t normally use a lot of salt in our cooking at home!
So we stopped at the DQ and got her a triple burger. Red meat, fat and salt – all the things she needs right now! 🍖🥩🧂🥓🍔
Actually, we all got triple burger meals to bring home. Can’t leave my husband out of the treat!
Once everything we settled and done, and it was time to feed the outside cats again, I stayed out to check on things and see what I could get done. Which is when I realized we had completely forgotten to turn on the shop lights over the seedlings (to make up for where the LED lights can’t reach), so I headed down to the basement, where I found a lovely surprise.
Our very first bi-colour pear gourd has emerged!
The second picture is the early White Vienna kohlrabi I started, just in case the ones outside don’t take. So far, only the chamomile has not sprouted yet.
That done, it was time to head outside.
It had stopped raining, though everything is still very wet, so there was only so much that could be worked on after the cats were fed. I was able to get back to that raised bed at the chain link fence, first securing the vinyl strips protecting the back wall that got pulled up by the winds. Then I started laying out the deadwood I’d stripped of bark along the front wall. It turned out I had enough stripped pieces to cover the bottom from end to end, so I no longer needed to strip any others.
Here is how it looks, as of now.
I actually went into the spruce grove to try and find more long, straight pieces, and found a few poplar that weren’t too wonky. I still have a pile of what we collected in the fall, but they are too short to set between the stakes.
I need more stakes. If I’m going to use skinny, short pieces to fill in the gaps so the soil won’t fall out, I’m going to need a lot more stakes.
They won’t need to be as tall as the ones that will support any hoops or whatever we use to hold protective covers, and I won’t bother charring them. That will have to be a job for another day, though.
I will also need to make stakes for the ends. With how narrow this bed is now, it will be a lot easier to do those, and I can use the shorter, but much more flexible pieces we collected in the fall.
One that’s all done, I can finally return the soil I removed.
Which will need to be sifted, because the cats have been using the pile as a litter box.
*sigh*
Once the soil is returned, that bed it doing to need to be covered with netting immediately, or the cats are going to be all over it. Not just to use as a litter box, but they love to roll around in loose soil.
I’ve actually ordered another hoop kit with fiberglass rods. A different kit from last time. This one doesn’t come with little gardening gloves (well… little for my simian hands), but it does come with ground staples – ground “nails” they call them – with “gaskets”. The fiberglass rods are 16.5inchs long, and this kit has 60 of them, plus the connectors. These connectors are metal instead of plastic, so I’m curious to see which ones last longer.
I had been trying different materials to make hoops, and things like the Pex pipe work well, but for the price, I’m getting a lot more hoops out of these kits than out of the Pex pipe. Plus, the lengths can be adjusted as needed; just use the connectors to add more rods. Whereas once I’ve cut the Pex to size, that’s it. I’d have to get pretty creative if I want more length.
Once I have more of these hoop kits, I will be adding them to the bed along the retaining all in the old kitchen garden that I finished last year, and probably just keep the hoops on the bed, even if any covers are removed. With this bed, I want the supports to be permanent, while also making it easy to work in between them. I’ll try it with these hoop kits first and see how it goes. Since they are fiberglass, they’ll handle weathering well.
As it is right now, that front wall is pretty much the same height at the back wall. Once I accumulate more stakes to better secure it, I might increase the height a bit while also filling in the gaps with thinner material. We’ll see.
I was debating what to plant in this bed. With the chain link fence right there, anything that climbs would be ideal. Maybe some winter squash. Once they are big enough that any protective cover can be removed, I won’t have to worry about the deer eating it, like they do with things like peas and pole beans.
Looking at the forecast, we’ve got one more cooler day, with a couple more nights of frost, then thing things will warm up substantially – but we are now getting rain forecasts starting the day after tomorrow and continuing for the next 5 days! At least, that’s what the weather app on my phone says. Not so much the one on my desktop. Hopefully, it’ll be nice enough that I can get the last beds prepped that weren’t done in the fall. I don’t mind the combination of heat and rain. Better than the usual drought!
Meanwhile, I’m hoping to get our seed potatoes into one of the main garden beds that were prepped last fall. They could have already gone in by now, but it can still wait for a while longer. At this point, other than things like other varieties of peas I’d like to try, and seeing if I can get some onions transplanted, most things can’t get done until possibly the second week of June!
Weather willing.
Little by little, it’s getting done – and this year, we really need to have a good gardening year, because the grocery prices just keep getting worse.
The Re-Farmer
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Our 2026 Garden: more direct sowing, cuteness and an update
First, let’s start with the cuteness!
Today has been a chilly day, with the possibility of rain – rain that has held off until just now, as I can finally see drops hitting my window. When I was done outside and coming in through the sun room, I spotted this cuddle puddle. Havarti, Gouda, Flopsy and Curtis, all crammed into one cat bed!
I didn’t get outside to start anything until mid afternoon. I had expected to be going into the city today, to bring my daughter home from the hospital. They weren’t sure of a discharge time, but said they’d know by 11am. Then they suggested my daughter stay one more day. She said no. 11am came and went. At one point, talking to my husband, I suggested they were delaying letter her know until it got too late for us to drive in.
Sure enough, well past 1pm, we were informed my daughter was staying another day.
She has been chatting pretty continuously with her sister, and they have a theory. While talking how she would continue treatment at home, she said she preferred oral medication – not because she had issues with injections, but because she would have to travel to get them, and we tend to get snowed in, in the winter. It seems they didn’t quite get it and she had to explain that there are times when we literally cannot get out of our driveway, and that we are in the boonies. She now thinks they believe we are far more isolated than we are, so they want to keep her at the hospital as long as possible. They’re not too off base. We’re not in a fly in community or anything, but getting places is simply impossible at times, so having to do something like travel to the city for injections when she can get meds delivered, or get 3 months worth of meds at a time, the choice is easy.
Whatever the reason, they’re not saying she will be coming home tomorrow.
Again.
So there is that.
Since we were no longer going into the city, I decided to head outside and do as much as I could before the predicted rain. Thankfully, the rain held off.
I started by working in the garlic bed.
In the first picture, the protective netting has been moved to the top of the hoops. Once it was secured, I checked the rows and did actually find some little sprouts, trying to grow. More chard sprouts than spinach. Which turned out to be a good thing, because I didn’t have a lot of the yellow chard seeds left. I used my bamboo stake to make furrows between the sprouts I could see, then sowed the seeds. I ended up grabbing a different variety of spinach than I’d originally planted, but that’s okay.
Frustratingly, as I was sowing the seeds, I had two cats show up among the garlic, checking out what I was doing!!
Once done and well watered and I was setting the netting back, I made a point of giving the ground staples a bit of a twist before pinning it down, so make sure it was extra snug, lengthwise. The cats can’t get under the netting, but they can still jump on top, and I wanted to make sure there wasn’t any slack. Which is in the last picture, but with black netting over dark soil, you really can’t tell.
So that’s two more things resown.
Next was the rainbow carrots.
I removed the protective boards and took a close look. There wasn’t a single carrot sprout, anywhere. Other things were trying to grow under the boards, but no carrots.
The number of seeds left in the pack was not as much as I expected. I suddenly can’t remember if I bought more or not. No matter. I still managed to fill the row, though a few spots might be a bit sparse. The seeds did not want to fall evenly, and it didn’t help that the wind was picking up!
After a solid watering, the boards were set back, and that was it for resowing the winter sown seeds that didn’t make it, or only partially made it.
The pea seedlings are looking surprisingly good, considering they did die off, but are recovering. I’m going to have to find a way to cover this bed with netting to protect them for the first while, or the deer will eat them all.
The first image above are the peas. The second one was taken through the 6mm poly over the bed sown with white turnips and daikon radish. The image is of daikon radish sprouts. Most of the plastic is covered with condensation inside, but there were a few slightly cleared spots, and I could see sprouts in both rows.
Once that was done, and the rain hadn’t started yet, I had time to sit down and continue debarking the deadwood that will go on the bottom of the new wall in the chain link fence garden bed. For lengths we cut last fall, they were remarkably viable. Not sprouting new leaves, like the maple suckers I’d gathered last year, but they’d definately start growing if they have long enough contact with the soil under the wall they will be part of.
I didn’t finish all of them, but got most done before it started to get too cold and I headed inside. Hopefully, I will have a chance to work on that again, soon, and finally continue working on that garden bed! At least I got a bit of progress. Every little big helps.
Little by little, it’s getting done.
The Re-Farmer
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Our 2026 Garden: direct sowing four beds
So May has been just all over the place, this year. This morning, it was snowing. We have frost advisories for tonight. It’ll be almost a week before things really start to warm up again.
This has had an unfortunate affect on our winter sown beds. Most of what germinated did not survive the temperature fluctuations, after the mulch was removed.
What was sown in them, however, was all cool weather crops that can be direct sown before our last frost date, as soon as the soil can be worked. Which means, we still have time.
I started off in the old kitchen garden, with the bed that has clear vinyl over the wire raised bed cover that my daughter helped me move aside.
The first picture in the slide show above was before I stared doing anything. You can see a row of onions along the south wall that are doing well – but the ones along the north wall are pretty much gone! I think the one on the south were partially shaded by the wall, keeping them slightly cooler, while the ones inside the north wall had no respite. I should have propped up the cover to allow air circulation on the hotter days, but there was no real way to do that.
Which is why the first thing I worked on was the walls of this bed.
There were a number of stakes that were high enough that the cover got hung up on them, and I spent some time hammering them deeper. The top logs aren’t particularly straight, and one of them is quite a bit narrower at one end than the other. I secured them better, while also using straw to fill the gaps under them, as well as to make everything more level. I ended up using leftover pieces from the stakes I’d cut for the in-progress garden bed at the chain link fence and most more stakes to further secure the walls.
You can see the end result of that in the second picture.
Once that was done, I spent some time removing more of the leaf mulch remaining. Even with the vinyl over the cover, wind got in and blew things around.
After clearing the rows, I re-sowed the Hedou Tiny bok choy and the variety mix of beets. I had considered getting one of the snail rolls of onions from inside to add along the north edge, but changed my mind. I had picked up a packet of parsnips at our local general store – because I just could not resist buying more seeds! – and sowed some of those, instead. I think I’m the only one in the household that likes parsnips, so we don’t need a lot.
That done, I watered everything from the rain barrel right away. Then I grabbed the soaker hose I’d brought over and hooked it up to the garden hose to test it out. It was working fine, so I laid it out between the rows, making sure the right end was set up at one corner, where the hose could be screwed on without having to take off the cover.
This soaker hose is quite long, though, so after pegging it down between the rows. there was enough length left over to go along the walls around the entire bed.
Once it was set up and pegged down, I hooked up the hose and left it going while I worked on the next area.
In the wattle weave bed, I’d planted some Tom Thumb dwarf peas along the back, and transplanted garlic and a few onions along the front. After removing most of the mulch when things started to warm up enough, I made sure to set netting over it, to keep the cats out.
I don’t know if any of the peas germinated or not, but when I moved the netting aside and cleared away excess leaf mulch, I saw no sign of pea sprouts at all. The package has only 25 pea seeds, so I planted the entire package. I do still have an extra of this variety, though, that could be succession sowed somewhere else, if I want. We have other varieties of peas, though, so I would probably go with something different.
The garlic was doing fine, and most of the transplanted onions are showing growth. In the green plastic collar, the mystery flowers I found and transplanted into this bed are coming up nicely, too. Once the peas were planted and watered, I just needed to slide the netting down the hoops and peg them down again. Those fiberglass hoops I used in place of the wire the kit came with are working out really well.
After that was all done, I messaged my daughter to help me put the raised bed cover back on. I turned off the water and moved the garden hose first, to remove the tripping hazard! The last image shows both beds, all covered up again.
The cover fits a LOT better now. No hanging up on stakes, and no weird gaps under the frame that I had to fill with boards or rocks or pieces of brick, to make sure no cats got in, and to keep the wind from flipping the whole thing over. I was better able to tuck the excess vinyl under the edges, so nothing should catch on the wind. The boards I’d used along the edges before were no longer needed, so they went on top, to weigh down the vinyl and keep it from billowing in the wind. The pieces of wood I used before kept getting blown off!
I will keep that vinyl cover on for a few more nights. Then I will replace it with mosquito netting, so it doesn’t get too hot under there, while still protecting the bed from cats.
That done, I moved to the garden beds in the East yard. I worked on the cabbage bed and the kohlrabi beds at the same time.
The first thing was to remove their covers. As you can see in the first photo, the leaf mulch got blown all over the rows I’d planted into. I cleared away excess leaf mulch and, in the process, did find a few tiny seedlings.
In the second image, you can see I also found a friend!
When it was clear enough to start sowing (which you can see in the third image), I used a bamboo trellis stake to create a furrow, and did my best not to kill off the few seedlings I found in the process. Hopefully, they will survive.
Once the kohlrabi and cabbage were all re-sown, they got a thorough watering from the rain barrel, and the covers were set back on.
I debated whether I should find some plastic to cover them for the night, since we are expecting frost, but these are meant to be sown before last frost, so they should be fine.
At this point, I was done for the day. The next things I need to re-sow are the spinach, chard and carrots. I’m pretty sure the daikon radish and white turnips don’t need to be re-sown, but I’d have to lift the poly to be able to see just how many have made it. The greenhouse poly is semi-transparent, with condensation on the inside, so it’s really hard to tell.
This will wait for another day. Hopefully not tomorrow, as I would love to be making the trip into the city to bring my daughter home from the hospital!
This weekend is the May long weekend – Monday is Victoria Day – which is when a lot of people traditionally finish getting their gardens in. Not where we are, though, and certainly not this year!
I’m happy with what I was able to get done today, though. It feels so good to be working in the garden again!!
The Re-Farmer
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Yes, more snow, plus updates and moving the chicken coop
*sigh*
Woke up this morning to falling snow.
It didn’t take long for things to warm up enough that the snow on the ground melted away, but it was a bit longer before the snow turned into a light rain. Yes, we need the moisture, but we also need warmer temperatures! Especially overnight.
We were able to message with our older daughter, who is still in the Women’s Hospital in the city. There was a possibility that she might come home today. They were asking her how far away she lived, so they knew she needed some advance notice before the discharged her. They were waiting on some test results, first, though.
They didn’t get the results until about mid afternoon.
She didn’t come home today.
They’re changing her meds a bit, and are saying she might come home tomorrow.
She is just itching to get out of there!
It wasn’t until late afternoon that things warmed up enough to make working outside more pleasant. As a bonus, my brother and SIL came out to work on their set up. My younger daughter and I went over to their caravan to say hello and visit for a bit, and I got to show off my new wheels.
Before my daughter went inside, I got her to help me with a couple of things. One was to take off the vinyl covered garden bed cover in the old kitchen garden, and move it completely aside. I’ll do a separate post on garden progress, next. Then I showed her a location I thought would work out for the chicken coop that looked the most level. It’s where I’ve been trying to get wildflower mixes growing, but the cats keep using the loose soil as a litter box, or to roll in, killing off anything that might have germinated. She agreed that it looked like a good spot, so I gave it a through raking while she set the ramp up in the coop, so it wouldn’t drag sideways on the ground while we moved it.
Moving the coop was a real pain. Aside from both of us being rather broken, we can only pick it up by our fingertips. Once we’re more settled with it, I’m going to find some way to modify it, so we can move it around more easily.
We set it almost where I wanted it to be, and I worked on the rest. I wanted to set the coop on top of the bricks that used to line one side of the low raised bed I’ve been slowly redoing, but I wasn’t sure if I had enough. I loaded the wheelbarrow and started by laying them out along the back of the coop, just to see how many were needed for the length of it.
It turned out to be 10, with the last brick turned at a right angle.
Once I worked that out, I set the bricks out as straight and even and tight against each other as I could, before very carefully lifting the coop, one end at a time, on top. Then I immediately set bricks under the front corners, just to level it.
It turned out I had another 10 bricks in the wheelbarrow, so a prepped those before getting another load for the sides. I don’t know where these bricks were re-purposed from, but I made sure to use the ones with no, or almost no, mortar still stuck to them. There was more raking and leveling and careful placement, but I finally got it done – and had extra bricks.
The first image above was taken after the coop was moved. I didn’t open the door to let the ramp down until all the bricks were in place.
The next pictures show how the bricks were laid out, including the extras I set along the back and sides. I wanted it on bricks so the wooden frame wasn’t touching the ground. Yes, it’s painted, but it would still end up damaged by moisture and rotting faster.
What I’m not sure of is if anything would burrow under it to get at the chickens. Raccoons and skunks are both known to kill chickens. Ideally, we would set wire mesh around the outside edges by about 2 feet. Which is something that would have been done before setting the coop on bricks. We still need to figure out about securing it. With the wind storm we just had over the past couple of days, it was fine, and that location was more exposed than this one. It might be fine as it is.
Something to consider, still.
I’m glad we finally got it moved and set up on bricks, though. We can figure out the rest later.
Meanwhile, here is a beautiful Lady Adam, and I am rather perplexed by her.
I know Adam has had kittens, but she has been staying around the house a LOT for a mama that just gave birth. She has allowed me to feel her belly, while she’s on the cat house roof, eating. At first, it seemed I was feeling at least three active nips. Maybe more. Then, I was able to feel two, full and swollen with milk. The last time she allowed me to feel her belly, they weren’t swollen anymore. That could mean that she’d nursed her babies before coming to the house for food, but she is always around the house. Even more than usual. Does this mean she lost her litter? Or has she abandoned them? We have no way to know, without knowing where her “nest” is.
I don’t know what to make of it.
As for the cats in the isolation shelter, we are having zero success in socializing them. When we open the windows to give them their cat soup and fresh water, Bug is the only one that tolerates contact. Furriosa glares at me before moving out of reach. The other two just run away, as soon as I open a window. They aren’t even tempted by squeeze treats!
I did change out their litter box today – since I have to open the ramp door to do it, it has to be done quickly, so none of them escape, so I quickly remove the dirty litter pan and immediately replace it with a freshly prepared on, then quickly close up the ramp door. I’ve been able to add more toys for them as well, though I’ve yet to see them actively playing with any of them.
When it comes time to get them to the clinic – Furriosa is to be done first – I honestly don’t know how we’re going to manage it. We might be able to get Bug into a carrier, but the others will not allow us to touch them. How are we supposed to get them into a carrier, if we can’t reach them? Especially if they go into the lower level.
*sigh*
And these are among the friendliest, most gettable females.
We have got to figure something out.
Anyhow.
After I was done with the chicken coop, I worked in the garden for several hours and got good progress done.
Which will be in my next post.
See you there!
The Re-Farmer
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Everything, all at once!
I had one real goal today. That was to visit my mother in the afternoon.
While doing the morning routine over the past week, my younger daughter and I had been making sure to open the gate, just in case. It was late morning when we heard a honk and I saw a thing of beauty.
The septic truck had arrived!
I headed out to meet him as he got out to check on where he needed to set the truck up. He was apologetic about not getting back to me about the delay – he’d lost my phone number! I was just glad his truck was up and running again, and he could make it at all.
Once he confirmed that he could back up around the back of the house – I wasn’t sure if our straw bale would be an issue or not – he opened up the tank to check inside. I told him about how we’ve had things backing up into the basement because there seems to be a bottleneck that I estimate to be roughly under the wall. He mused about how something like that could be fixed until I told him it was a cast iron pipe joining plastic. He just shook his head. Cast iron, over time, can start crumbling, and it’s likely near the join with the plastic pipes. As for fixing it, I told him I figured it would require tearing up the concrete and replacing the pipe. He said we’d have to excavate outside, too. I mentioned this had been done, before we moved out here and he wondered why it wasn’t fixed them. I told him, no one knew. My dad was living here alone by then. With just one person, it wasn’t a problem. He understood.
With the tank open, I stayed out on cat watching duty, to make sure none came too close to the open tank. Which is much easier, now. The rescue took so many of the cats, there’s a huge difference in what we’re seeing. Even when I check the sun room critter cam at night, I have been seeing no cats at all, many times, or just a few in the cat beds. None of the swirling masses we used to get! With the very loud truck, the cats almost all immediately disappeared. The Grink was the only one that came to check things out, and it was easy to persuade her to leave.
He was done very quickly and was soon leaving the yard, stopping when I came out with the envelope of cash we had ready for quite some time now, to pay him. Every time we’ve done it this way, he’s never even looked in the envelope, trusting me that I had the right amount. Of course, I tip him, too. Always. There have even been times when I couldn’t get to a bank machine to get cash before he came out here, and he just did the job and told me where his house was, trusting I would drop the payment off when I could.
He may be more expensive than other places; I don’t actually know for sure anymore, but I wouldn’t want to go with anyone else.
When he left, it was late enough that I was going to get changed, have a quick lunch, then head out to my mother’s.
Which is when the phone rang.
Earlier in the morning, I’d noticed that the wind was tearing off a tarp covering one of my brother’s pieces of equipment. It was too torn up for any chance to secure it again, so I took some video and sent it to my brother. He called to thank me for that, and asked if I could get some measurements, so he could pick up another tarp. So I quickly got some shoes on again and headed over with a measuring tape to get the info for him. He might come out tonight to take care of it.
Not too much longer, I was on the road to my mother’s for what turned out to be an okay visit. She was having one of her better days. The last time I was there, she had asked for a couple of apples because she missed having fresh fruit. I’d passed that on to my siblings, because I knew it would be a while before I was back. When I reached her bedside, I saw an apple on her tray, so I knew my sister had come by on her day off and remembered to bring some for her – I had completely forgotten. Once my mother was settled on her bedside, she picked up the apple and reminded me that she’d asked me to bring her apples. I guess my sister bringing her apples wasn’t good enough??
The next thing I knew, she was talking about giving me some money to get something for her, but started talking about her vision, her vison, her vision… Her vision is so important. She started going down a rabbit hole so I cut in to ask what it was she wanted me to get for her.
The eye vitamins. Because they’re only giving her the eye vitamin once a day, not twice, and she wanted me to get the gel type that she used to get in her bubble packs.
I told her, the TCU has her prescription now, not the local pharmacy – and they were definitely giving her her eye vitamin, twice a day. She insisted they were not; she was supposed to get it at the end of the day, as well as in the morning, but she wasn’t getting the second one. When I didn’t immediately agree with her, she started saying “oh, you think I’m stupid… you’re just like them… you’re taking their side“, and so on.
She also said that her vision was getting worse, because they weren’t giving her the eye vitamin, and that it was for both eyes.
I explained to her again, she has two different problems. The vitamin can only help with her left eye. For her right eye, she would have to go into the city to get the eye injection, because there is only one place that does this treatment. I even tried to ask her how her vision is getting worse. “It’s getting dark“. I asked if it was with one eye or the other, and what did she see if she covered one eye, but she wouldn’t do it and just made like it’s both eyes going the same thing.
That conversation got nowhere.
As we were chatting, her new room mate was wheeled in and transferred to her bed, promptly falling asleep. The privacy curtain was already pulled and we just kept talking. At one point, I spotted a tiny insect flying near one of my mother’s eyes and I mentioned it was there, in case she saw something moving in her peripheral vision (which is pretty good, based on the last tests she had). Her response?
Her room mate sleeps with her mouth open.
???
This confused me so I asked what that had to do with anything. She talked in circles for a while before dropping it, but she said enough that I realized she thought the insect had come from her room mate’s mouth, because she sleeps with her mouth open.
?????????
Meanwhile, I started to get messages from home.
The tree company had arrived.
My daughter and husband knew which tree was being assessed for removal, but there were details they weren’t sure of, so we messaged back and forth on that, while I told my mother about my brother wanting to hire a company to safely remove the tree.
My mother started saying, she planted that tree there, and did I know why? Yes. It was for shade. She’d told me before about how the sun through the kitchen window made it so hot. I suggested it would have been easier to put up a curtain (that window did have curtains, but they were lacy things that did not block any light), so she started telling me about how, at her childhood home back in Poland, they had a cherry tree right by the house. I pointed out, they didn’t have a basement. Oh, of course – no one had basements! So I talked a bit about how this tree’s roots were causing cracks in the basement wall, and the branches were threatening the new roof.
She brought up the extended pruning saw that should have been here. I told her I use it often, but it can’t be used on these branches. They’re just too big, and if we cut them, they’d fall onto the roof. So she started to give instructions on how we could put a rope around the branch to pull it so it would fall the way we wanted it to. I told her, that might work somewhere else, but not over the roof. It would be much better to get someone with the proper equipment and get it down right, with no risk to the roof. Oh, it’s not my business anymore.
…
*sigh*
I didn’t stay for too much longer, as my mother was looking forward to Bingo starting soon. Before I left, I stopped at the nursing station and talked to the nurse that gave my mother her meds this morning, and would again, at supper time. I told her, my mother keeps insisting that they are not giving her the second eye vitamin.
It turned out that not only is she getting it at both breakfast and supper time (it has to be taken with food), but the pill is so big, at my mother’s request, they break it in half for her. She always sets out the pills on her tray and counts them out, and when she does that, she counts the two halves as one pill, recognizing that they belong together (she has another half pill, but it’s tiny, and she takes only one half at a time).
The nurse promised that she would make sure to explain to my mother that the big pill split in half is her eye vitamin, and why she’s taking it with her supper, not at the end of the day. We talked about some other pills she has issues with, like one that she is completely convinced she used to take twice a day, but she only ever took once a day.
That done, I headed out, but not home, yet. I went to the feed store to ask about the chicks. The woman who was working out the splitting of the minimum 24 chicks order was not there. I talked to the guys that were that and was told that, if she hasn’t called me by now, she wasn’t able to confirm the arrangement. One of them made a note for her to call me when she is back next week.
Then I confirmed the date the chicks will arrive.
It’s the same day I’m supposed to bring three of the isolation cats in for their spays.
Crud.
I would be dropping them off at 8am, though, and they said the chicks tend to arrive at 11am or later, so we would have time to drop off the cats, then drive to the feed store to get the chicks. We would then have to take them home and get them set up in a brooder before I would have to drive back to pick up the cats and bring them home!
That’s going to be a lot of driving.
While there, I got an extra 40 pound bag of kibble, plus a chick feeder and waterer, both gravity fed. I’ll get the pine shavings and chick feed another time. I may not be able to get chicks, if I can’t split a minimum order with someone, but if that doesn’t work out, I know people I can guy adult laying hens from.
On the way home, I remembered to stop at the post office. I wasn’t expecting anything, but it’s been a while.
I’m glad I did.
I got a letter from the health care system. I’m booked for a pelvic ultrasound on June 9, in the hospital that’s literally across the road from the vet clinic we get spays and neuters done at. 😁 The appointment time is in the afternoon, which will be much easier for us to get to.
I’m surprised I got the appointment so fast. My younger daughter had to wait for almost a year before she got an ultrasound done, but the images weren’t clear, so they want to to come back. That was two winters ago.
Meanwhile, there isn’t much news from my older daughter. Things are improving, but not where they should be, yet. She really wants to just go home. Which I can understand, that’s for sure! Still, it means we have no idea when she’ll be discharged.
While today was nowhere near as windy as yesterday, we were still dealing with high winds – though we didn’t lose any trees, where I could see! – and it was overcast and rainy. The sort of weather that always makes me sleepy. After I got home, I settled at my computer for a while, watching the latest Tasting History video, and fell asleep in my chair! Aside from the evening cat feeding, the only thing I managed to get done outside today was a bit of clean up in the old kitchen garden.
Tonight, we’re supposed to drop to freezing or lower – I made sure the heat lamp in the isolation shelter was plugged in and on – and tomorrow is supposed to be chilly. Which is actually a good time to do some of the direct sowing I want to do. Hopefully, I’ll be able to work on that. I’m also hoping to finally get my mother’s old mattress and box spring to the dump, but we shall see when the time comes. We’ve got a few chilly days ahead, then we’ll warm up moderately. There is still much to do out there in the garden, and the month is already half over! The long range forecast says we’re supposed to suddenly get very hot during the day, approaching 30C/86F, and staying high for all of June.
We’ll see what actually happens.
For now, though, I need to get any seeds that prefer cold soil direct sown right away.
At some point, I’ll be able to get back to working on the walls of that garden bed!
What I really want to do right now it crawl into bed and sleep for a week.
*sigh*
The Re-Farmer
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Wind storm, and an update
We are getting one heck of a windstorm right now.
Thankfully, though, we are far enough north that we are not getting the brunt of it. We’re “only” getting winds of around 35-45kph. The bulk of the system is passing to the south of us, crossing across the prairies from the north west. The weather group I’m on posted a satellite image, where you can actually see a mass of brown – dust – moving across Saskatchewan in into North Dakota.
Saskatchewan is looking a lot of top soil right now.
Even here, everything is looking like there is a brownish grey fog. We did get a slight amount of rain early in the day, but not enough to make any difference.
We drove in this.
I must have been quite wasted last night, because I slept hard all night. Well. The remains of the night after I went to bed.
Both my younger daughter and husband were up all night, so they were awake to get the messages my older daughter sent, over the span of about 6 hours. She was transferred from the ER of the main hospital, to the ER of the Women’s Hospital, which is just across the street. There is a pedestrian overpass joining the two buildings.
My daughter described the trip through the halls of the old hospital as “creepy”. It’s the sort of place that you would find being used as the set in a horror movie.
Then they crossed the overpass and suddenly everything was open and bright, quiet and modern!
Once there, they admitted her and she got a room.
I was planning to go into the city to visit her but checked to make sure she was up to it.
She was.
There were a few things that she didn’t have with her – like her glasses, and her phone charger – that we brought along, plus a proper travel bag to put the stuff we’d quickly packed when I first took her to the local hospital into. I knew my younger daughter had been up all night, but I also knew she would want to visit her sister, so I asked if she was up to coming along as my Nav O.
She happily agreed.
As expected the drive in and the city route to the hospital was very straightforward. The problem was what to do once we got there. I’d already been forewarned against using the parkades. It may have kept the truck out of the weather, but they are so tight, we would have had trouble getting in and out.
Once we reached the Women’s Hospital, we went looking for outdoor parking, but all the lots we saw were private parking for other buildings. We drove up and down some streets, which were just as broken up as I was expecting, navigating the poorly marked one way streets, looking for street parking. All we saw where signs saying “permit required”. Block after block, it was all “permit required”.
Finally, I saw a spot that I could pull into, near one of those signs, got out and took a closer look.
They didn’t say “permit” required. They said “payment” required.
The city has taken out all the parking meters.
There were three options. One was to use an app, which I didn’t have and was not going to get. The other was to pay through a website. The third was to phone and 888 number.
That was the one I wanted to use.
I couldn’t connect. Several times, I’d try the number and it would just say “calling…” but never called. After a while, the call would get dropped.
Finally, I tried the website, which required registering, which I did not want to do, but had not choice.
It was so frustrating. Basically, the city has made it so you can’t park on the street unless you have a Smart phone (which I have been very tempted to get rid of, in favour of a dumb phone), and no cash payment allowed.
By the time we managed to connect and pay for parking, it was starting to rain a bit harder, but not too bad. The wind was still the main issue.
I had brought my walker along, just in case, and I’m really glad I did. I know I could get away without using it, and using a cane if I had to, but once I started walking along with the walker, it just hit me how much easier it was on my body to use it.
Plus, my daughter would finally get to see it.
Once in the building, we had to go through the reception/security desk, first. Did I mention this hospital is downtown? They had signs saying things “like no knives or guns allowed”.
We were directed to go to the top floor, but were not given a room number. For that, we had to find which doors to go to, and finally just decided “that looks like a reception desk through those locked glass doors” and went for it. There was a collage of signs on the wall, with one of them having an arrow pointing to a button to push to get someone to let us in. It was one of those portable door bell buttons, taped to the wall. My daughter pressed it, and we got a voice on a nearby speaker asking what we were there for. When I told them we were there to visit my daughter, she asked the age. ?? I told her, and she was “oh, and adult” Then let us know we buzzed the children’s ward. Turns out there was another button somewhere. I think on the panel next to the speaker, but I’m not actually sure.
She let us in, anynow.
We then went to the reception where we got wrist bands confirming we were processed, got the room number, and directions.
Of course, she was at the far end of the ward. 😄
We were all very impressed with the room she was in. It was a single room, plenty of space, with an arm chair and a couch with storage under it available. There was also a little round chair with a small round built in tray that my daughter was using. After unpacking and setting up the stuff we brought for her, I repacked her clothes into the travel bag; in our rush to get her to the hospital, we had just grabbed a soft sided grocery bag. I went looking through some doors to see if there was somewhere to put the bag besides a little counter and found all sorts of spare pills, a fridge and even a drawer with a combination lock on it.
We then had a good visit and bit a bit more details on what was going on. There was a possibility she might come home tomorrow, if she improved to a certain point. Happily, she did look a lot better than yesterday.
Overall, we had a very good visit until we had to leave before our parking ran out.
While walking back to the truck, the wind almost blew my walker away!
Since it was along the way home, we stopped at a Domo to get some gas; today is Thursday, so it was their second 4¢ off per liter day of the week, so we paid $1.809 instead of $1.849
Neither of us had had lunch and we were starting to get very hungry, so we stopped at our usual Walmart along the way and had some McRaunchies, before doing a bit of shopping before heading home.
We took a different route as we left the city, crossing over to the highway that goes straight to our little hamlet, so we could stop at a gas station just outside the city and use their washroom before the hour long drive remaining. When we parked, we found messages from my daughter. She’s not where they want her to be and was getting some more treatment, so she is definitely not coming home tomorrow.
Which I’m actually okay with. I really don’t want her coming home too soon and relapsing.
For the last leg of the trip, the sky cleared it was looking quite nice and sunny out – but the winds had not died down.
I drove to the house to unload, which didn’t take long. It was well past when the outside cats are usually fed for the end of the day, so I took care of that while my daughter took care of the rest. I made sure to mix up some cat soup for the isolation cats. They seem to be doing okay in there, though they all run out of reach if I try to pet any of them.
Once the cats were all fed, I could safely drive the truck out of the yard and park it. Then I went around to take care of various things that were blown away. The heavy crochet blanket on top of the kibble house roof had been blown off, along with the fan rake that had come apart and I’d set on top of it until I can fix it. The giant black tarp I’d pegged to the ground until I could fold it up was blown loose and into the West yard, near where the chick coop still sits.
I made sure to look for and remove the metal tent pegs that failed to hold it down, first.
Thankfully, I was able to spread out and fold up the tarp where it was.
Then I watered the pre-sown garden beds and perennials. Which was interesting, with the wind! I don’t know how much rain we got here, but with the wind, everything was already dried up.
As I sit, writing this, there is still enough light out that I can see the big maple branches swaying. Earlier, I’d walked around the spruce grove and actually heard cracking sound. I suspect we might lose one of the dead trees tonight. Thankfully, with the wind direction, any trees that fall will fall away from the house, not towards it. The only real worry is the tree in front of the kitchen window, since part of it overhangs the roof.
We are still under dust storm and high wind alerts over our area, which is expected to continue through to tomorrow morning. While I was working on this post, I went into the kitchen for something and heard a noise I didn’t like. Looking out the window, I found the wind was trying to tear off the roof panels on the isolation shelter! I went and found several bricks and pieces of bricks to weigh down the edges that were catching in the wind. !!!!
Tomorrow, I plan to visit my mother. The last couple of times, I’ve been going on Saturdays, but I want to keep that day open for working around the yard and possibly a dump visit – or possibly bringing my daughter home from the hospital over the weekend?
I will NOT be telling my mother that my daughter is in the hospital. That would just get nasty, and my daughter made it very clear she does not want her grandmother to know. From past experience, we know how my mother would be, and that is the last thing any of us need to deal with on top of everything else.
While I’m in my mother’s town, I’ll have to remember to stop at the feed store and ask about the chick order status. I know they’ve got me down as sharing a minimum order of 24 chicks with two other people. For me, I only have room for 10 chickens in our coop, so 10 or fewer chicks is good. I don’t know how many the other two people are after. We might just split it evenly with 8 chicks each. We’ll see. Meanwhile, I need to pick up supplies for their brooding period. I want to have everything ready well before we pick up the chicks at the end of the month.
Meanwhile, there is lots of garden related stuff that needs to be done, besides finishing that garden bed. As long as I get that done before the elm trees start dropping seeds, it can wait. Other things are starting to become priority.
We’re having a couple of hot days and warm overnight temperatures, but we will soon be dropping, with freezing overnight temperatures for a couple of nights, before slowly warming up again. This weekend is a long weekend and a lot of people finish putting their gardens in on this weekend.
Not us. But there are some things that prefer colder soil that can be direct sown, and I’d like to re-sow some of the winter sown items that look like they didn’t take, or very little seems to have survived. Plus there are the remaining seeds to start indoors.
For now, I think it’s about time for me to crash into bed. It’s just past 9 as I write this, and both my husband and younger daughter passed out, hours ago.
My turn.
The Re-Farmer
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Yard cat update, and an ER trip
First, the regular stuff.
My younger daughter took care of the morning routine for me again. She told me that, while giving the isolation cats their cat soup and fresh water, Bug allowed pets, but was absolutely indifferent to them. She was more focused on that open window.
Today has turned out to be a hot one. We’re at 18C/64F, with a “real feel” of 21C/70F Which is a problem for the isolation cats. I’ve removed the sheets of insulation under the roof, so heat can escape through the edges, but it still gets really hot, and we can’t open the windows while they are in there, awaiting spays.
So this afternoon, after I got home again, I did the outside feeding and brought frozen water bottles for the isolation shelter. One for the water bowl, one for the cat bed and one in a corner they like to lie in. Most of the cats were on the bottom level, though. The floor is mesh over the pallet, so there would be cooler there. Then I got a screwdriver and removed the wood strips holding the vinyl wrapped around the bottom of the shelter, where the walls are all wire mesh. I couldn’t remove the back, because it’s up against the house, but I got three sides uncovered.
I don’t know why Furriosa’s eye is closed like that. I still can’t touch her. Flospy finally came out this morning, so it’s just the 4 awaiting their spay appointments.
The next picture in the slideshow, is Adam.
When I saw her on the cat house roof, awaiting food, she looked different – and her back end looked like it was recently damp.
She allowed me to feel her belly.
She has had babies. Somewhere. I could feel at least 3 active nips, one of which can be clearly seen in the photo. With her history, I’d guess she’s had 4 kittens. Somewhere. I wish I knew where her nest is!
Anyhow, hopefully, the isolation cats will be feeling much better, now that the bottom walls are uncovered and there is more air circulation.
Now to the irregular stuff.
My older daughter has not been feeling well for some time. As in, for years. Recently, though, she’d gotten worse. It took a few times telling her I was willing to drive her to the ER and, this morning, she finally agreed. The nearest ER that would be open is in the town closest to us, where my mother spent several months before going into TCU, and where my husband spent 3 weeks, several years ago. One of the nurses there even recognized me, and the doctor that saw my daughter was the same one that treated my mother. My daughter wouldn’t want me to share her health issues here, but it was bad enough that she got admitted and into triage within 15 minutes. That I borrowed a wheelchair to bring her in, and she looked pale as death probably “helped”. She has now she has been transferred to the city for treatment. By the time they did as much as they could for her here, then the paramedics came to transport her, several hours had gone by. There was no use for me to follow to the city, though, so I came home. They will phone us when they have something they can tell us, and we’ll go from there. We have no idea how long she will be in the hospital for.
Hopefully, they will be able to find a root cause and she will finally get the treatment she needs.
Until then, we just do what we can with what we know.
Which isn’t as much as we would like, with her being in the city now. It’s not like we can casually drive out there. Just getting to where it is a pain. The route is pretty straightforward, but it’s downtown, in a city with way too many one way streets in the area, too little parking, and almost non existent road maintenance.
Ah, well. We’ll figure it out, and do what we can.
The Re-Farmer
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Raised bed progress
It was quite nice out today, and I was able to get some decent progress on the raised bed walls at the chain link fence.
I also have more materials than I realized, starting with the stakes. Somehow, I got it in my head that all the stakes I’d made and charred were just for the back wall, when I had prepped enough for both the front and back walls. I might even have enough materials for the deadwood wall, too, though that’s harder to say. A lot of those are really wonky and crooked.
First, though, the back wall needed to be done.
In the first image above, I have the stakes pounded into the soil on either side of the boards. The taller ones are on the inside of the bed, so they’ll be easier to reach when supports are attached to them, so they were very specifically spaced out in the three sections of chain link. The shorter pieces went on the outside, between the boards and the chain link. I wanted to stagger them a bit, since the deadwood they’ll be holding is all weirdly shaped. Thankfully, we had such a lovely downpour yesterday, I was able to drive the stakes into the ground quite solidly.
A bit too solidly, with one of the shorter ones.
In the second picture, I’ve laid some deadwood on top of the boards. For this, I chose the shorter ones, as they have to fit between the posts. I alternated which way the thicker and thinner ends were laid out as well. In the end, I added about 3 or 4 inches in height. One of the shorter posts had been driven in far enough that it barely topped the deadwood, but it will still hold.
One of the issues of doing it this way, however, is that there are gaps between the deadwood that soil can fall through. Ordinarily, I’d try to fill those gaps with skinnier pieces of deadwood, but didn’t really have anything appropriate.
The state of the boards gave me an idea, though.
I still had a couple of dollar store vinyl table protectors. I decided to use those to line the back wall from the inside, and pull over the top.
These sheets are for a larger size table, and I decided to cut them into thirds, length wise. The way they are folded in the package made it easy, as I just needed to follow a fold with my utility knife, after spreading the vinyl on the ground and securing it from the wind.
I good with the next two pictures of the slide show above. The third and last picture is the progress shot. Three strips was not enough, though, so I got out the second table protector and cut one more section.
After checking things out with the first strip, I went down the row with the tip of my space and moved soil away from the bottom of the boards. The vinyl strips now extend beyond the bottoms of the boards. I tried to push them under the boards as much as possible, then pushed the soil back to hold them in place. Then the rest got folded over the top of the deadwood and pushed down the outside. The stakes are still on the outsides, and will hold the vinyl in place.
Once that was in place, I secured the stakes and vinyl a bit more, before starting on the front.
I used bale twine, because that stuff is pretty indestructible, and tied the long and short stakes together in pairs, making sure they won’t bow apart while making the vinyl more secure and less likely to blow away. The winds get pretty severe from the south and, unlikely as it seems, has the potential to dislodge the vinyl from the outside of the wall.
After that, I replaced the stakes I had marking where the inside of the bricks were, which makes the bed about 2 inches narrower, with longer charred stakes. For the front wall, the longer stakes will be on the outside.
Once they were pounded in place, lined up with the taller stakes in the back wall, I got the roll of paracord and strung a guide line across, which you can see in the second photo of the slideshow above.
Then I used one of the larger pieces of dead wood to use as a guide to where the shorter stakes would be driven in.
The next two photos of the slide show above show the lines of stakes – with Larence photobombing one of them!
I could not start laying down the deadwood right away, though. The wood I harvested is a mix of poplar, cherry, willow, and even some smaller maple suckers for the ends. Any pieces that will have contact with the soil on the bottom will start growing, if I set them down as is. I needed to debark some of it.
After selecting some of the longest pieces, I took them over to the larger bench, then started debarking with the aid of my utility knife. The draw knife would be more efficient, but the pieces are just too narrow.
Unfortunately, I ended up nicking my thumb in the process. Not a large cut, but with the pressure being put on it while debarking, I was leaving blood all over the places.
So I stopped for the day. This gave me a chance go change and go into town for a few things for my older daughter and refill our water jugs. I will continue tomorrow.
Once I have enough debarked to do the base of the wall, the rest can go on top as is. Hopefully, I’ll have enough to match the height of the back wall but, if not, I’m sure I can find plenty to harvest where I need to clean up more in the spruce grove.
Oh, that reminds me. My brother messages me today, asking about the company we used to clear trees from the roof and do wood shipping for us, a few years back. He has decided it would be better to hire them to take down that Chinese elm in front of the kitchen window, that has so many branches overhanging the roof. He’d originally thought to do it himself, but the first of branches falling onto the roof is too great. Better to have several people on lifts to do it. The other reason the tree needs to go is because its roots are causing cracks in the basement wall, and they would be getting into the weeping tile under the new basement as well.
He plans to grind the stump once its down to get it out completely. That will include getting rid of the roots that are lifting the patio blocks out of position. In some places, water is draining towards the house instead of away. That means, once this is all done, we’ll be able to level the ground before putting the patio blocks back again. It’ll be nice to not have to worry about tripping over the lifted edges anymore!!
I contacted the company for my brother and someone will be coming out some time this week to give us an estimate, which I will pass on to my brother. Then we can work out a day for them to come out.
The tree does provide some nice shade, but it’s going to be so good to not have to worry about branches falling on the roof anymore, or more root damage.
Now that my brother and SIL have sold their acreage and all their equipment is here, things are going to be very different this summer! Things are going to get done that we simply couldn’t do ourselves. We’ll probably see more things done in one summer, than we’ve been able to do in all the years we’ve lived here, just due to lack of tools and equipment.
Until then, I focus on the things I can do.
Like working on garden beds.
Little by little, it’s getting done!
The Re-Farmer
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My new helper, and we got them!
First up, as promised, here is my new helper!
Oh, my goodness, am I so happy with it! It handles going over the bumpy lawn and the driveway so smoothly, it’s amazing. The front wheels rotate effortlessly – with my husband’s walker, they tend to jam in turns – making smooth turns. I thought I might need to adjust the height of the handles, but they were already in the ideal height. Even though I wasn’t having any issues at the time, I could feel a difference in my back as I tested it out around the yard.
What an awesome Mother’s Day gift from my husband!
This morning, my younger daughter took care of the morning routine for me before going to bed. She had stayed up all night with her sister to help out as much as she could. My older daughter is having severe PCOS issues, to the point that I’ve offered to take her to the ER, but for now, she has said no.
While doing the outside cat feeding, my younger daughter spotted Sprout; the more feral calico. She had the opportunity and reached out to pet Sprout while she was eating. It took a moment for her to notice, she got startled and started to run away, but she was too hungry and came back to eat again, allowing my daughter to pet her some more.
This is the first time Sprout has been touched by human hands!!!
She was also able to pet Bug a bit.
When I headed out this afternoon to get some work done, I got distracted.
Bug, Furriosa, the mostly black cat and the black and white, were all in the isolation shelter.
I closed the ramp door.
We have them!!!
I immediately treated them to a can of wet cat food.
Flopsy (neutered male) was in there as well and, as I was taking a short video to sent to the rescue, The Grink (spayed female) jumped in through the window. All six of them were at the food bowl at once. You’d think they hadn’t eaten, or that there was still food in the kibble house and sun room!
Later on, The Grink was willing to leave through a window, but Flopsy was not at all interested. So there are now 5 in there.
I contacted the rescue and over the next several hours of back and forthing, they were able to arrange two dates for us. Furriosa on the 22nd, and the other three on the 28th.
The challenge will be getting them into carriers without them escaping. I’ve checked the camera and so far, only Flopsy seems to be trying to find a way out. I removed the insulation sheets from under the roof, because it was getting too hot in there, even with the heat lamp off. I’ve put the toys I picked up in with them, though they don’t seem interested. They are small enough that we can keep them in there until their spays, and for the recovery period afterwards.
Being in there has perks. When I did the evening cat feeding, I made them their own “cat soup”. A mixture of canned cat food, some kibble, pumpkin seed powder, a dash of lysine, and enough hot water to soften the kibble. I’ve since them given them some squeeze treats, though I ended up having to squeeze most of it into the food bowl, and one on the silver insulating material on the shelf above. Hopefully, between their special food and treats, we’ll be able to get them more comfortable with us. Otherwise, we’re going to have a lot of trouble getting them into carriers! I did get a chance to pet Bug a bit, but that was because I had the window open to reach in, and she was looking to get past me and out of the shelter!
If all goes well, we’ll have four more spays (we’re almost positive the mostly black one is female). There are others that need to be done, but they will be harder to get hold of.
Here’s hoping it all works out, between now and their appointments!
The Re-Farmer
The Re-Farmer 