As has happened in the past and I vowed would not happen again, my garden has run amok. Work and heat have kept me out of it and my children have promised help that has not materialised. I am disheartened but I am not defeated in this grand project of mine. I will rise from the ashes just to spontaneously combust again. At least I'm consistent.
One of these days, probably when I am retired, I will have the time and the enregy to take care of my garden. But, having had limited success in recent years, I cannot completely abandon the effort. The promise of homegrown tomatoes, beans, cucumbers, watermelons, cantaloupes, corn, and ... is way too difficult to resist.
And so, even though it is hot outside and my house is filthy (another project with which no one seems willing to assist), I am determined to get my rear out to that garden this evening and do some clean up. Hopefully something is salvageable.
On the chicken front, we have had a massacre. The 28 chicks had finally reached a size and weight at which I felt they would be safe in the coop at the barn. And they should have been. Only some enterprising and clever varmint (I suspect coons) ripped the top screen of the coop door open and wholesale slaughter ensued. Outside of the fiscal loss, I am not happy that I was unable to protect my chicks and feel like a failure for shoving them out the proverbial door before they were ready. Maybe if they had been slightly bigger they would have been able to defend themselves better.
I am obstinate and again refuse to admit defeat. I will persevere. I will succeed in my endeavours. I will rip that barn apart and put it back together better and stronger. I will put that fence up and it will be the best and strongest fence ever built. It does not matter that I have never built a barn or a fence before. I will do this. And then, I will purchase more chicks. And they will live!
That's the update for the farm.
