Getting active

Things are getting busy all over the place!

Including in our maternity ward.

Beep Beep and Butterscotch were both nursing their babies when I came in this morning, but that didn’t last long. It’s getting harder to get pictures of Butterscotch’s babies, as they are moving around so much faster now! When I came back from taking care of the feeding station, I found the orange and white baby on the kneeler. While I was indulging in some kitty cuddles another more of Butterscotch’s babies started leaving the box nest and exploring.

We’re going to have to watch ourselves as we go into the sun room, now that there are little furry wormies crawling around! 😀

This is not the only area things are getting busy, of course.

I stayed in town during my daughter’s short shift yesterday, and it was so busy! The May long weekend is when people traditionally put in their gardens, but it’s also when people come in from the city to open up their cottages.

For us, this weekend will be when we can focus on getting the haskap bushes transplanted, get the straw bale moved onto the area in the big garden we will be preparing for next year, and get the lawn cleaned up so I can start mowing. We now have two logs by the fire pit to cut up, so I’ll be able to test of the little electric chain saw I found in the garage and got services, along with the one salvageable gas powered chainsaw.

While going through the garden centre at the hardware store yesterday, I was pleased to see a nice range of fruit and berry bushes. This year’s goal is to continue clearing and cleaning the inner yard. In the process, we’ll be eyeballing the different areas to help us decide what we can plant and where. Taking into account sunlight and space is a bit part of it, but so is access to water. We do have a tap near the big garden, but that is also where my parents planted more trees. The remaining corner of the garden there is now shaded most of the day, so what we can plant there is now very limited.

I got some insight into the method behind their madness , while I spent so much time with my mother the day I took her to the hospital. At one point, she took out containers of seeds that she was going to give me, then changed her mind, remembering that we’re not ready for planting things. She had gathers seeds from flowers in the garden plots where she lives (I don’t know whose garden plot she harvested these seeds from… !!), and she talked about not wanting to “waste” them. She has a small garden plot that she refuses to plant vegetables in (she is convinced the maintenance guy is putting “chemicals” on them, because he puts grass clippings into the garden plots), so she just plants flowers. The amount of seeds she had in the container could be planted in a small field! Later, I remembered to ask her about the apple trees I found in the spruce grove. I was going to ask her if she knew what kind they were, but she expressed surprise that there were apple trees there at all. As we talked, she told me how they got these apples from friends in the city. I at first thought this meant they gave my parents branches to graft (I know my dad grafted apples onto crab apple stems, for better survivability), but no. They had given apples from their own trees and my parents later strew the cores all over in the garden. When they saw apple trees coming up the next year, they transplanted them into rows in different areas. My mom then commented on how they all came up different, and she didn’t know why, so I explained to her that apples grown from seed are always going to be different; if you want the same type, it needs to be grafted.

So a lot of what was done around the yard was to not “waste” things. But my mother didn’t understand that if was no planning in where things were planted, it was still wasting things, whether they died themselves, or killed what they were growing next to.

It’s an incomplete insight. Some things just don’t make sense at all. Like the spruce trees she transplanted up against the chain link fence. I’ve talked about transplanting them somewhere else, because they will damage the fence as they grow (plus, they’re planted too close together), but she is amendment. I am not to touch those trees. She flat out said she didn’t care if the fence was wrecked. Those trees have to stay.

*sigh*

A problem that can wait. Other things are priority.

Right now, one of those is transplanting our new haskap berries! 🙂

The Re-Farmer

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