Saturday, June 8, 2013

It's rocks all the way down. Not turtles.

In case you were wondering. 

We're planting tomatoes, but all the dang beds are full of rocks. I was sure we'd dug them all out – apparently they've been sneaking back in at night. Or something. Bloody things. So we're digging them out again and putting them in secure wire cages. 

The onions and spuds are looking good, as you can see below.

There's a bunch of basil planted out in the garden, but these, below, will stay in the greenhouse/cold frame coldhouse/green frame thing. There has to be lots for pesto. It's the law.

Above, another color of tree frog. This one was lurking on squash seedlings in the cold frame. 

And below, Himself at nearly 11 weeks. Note the stink eye. He's gigantic, nameless and finally has a momma. Kewpie the peke has taken to washing his face and ears (when she's not kicking his butt in rowdy play). We called him Robby for a while, but lately he's Speckled Pecker. I hope it doesn't stick.

In other news, we bought a really cool beach/farm wagon and two Shetland sheep. More later.

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