A rare day off from training this Father's Day. Before brunch, I ran out to the yard to do some much needed clean up and barely beat the rain. (Yay rain! It's been too long!)
I found this cute-as-a-button raindrop sitting pretty in the center of a nasturtium seedling.
Here are some other fun finds from the morning.
I love this guy's wings. He seemed so content to just sit under the flower bud as the rain started. Below, one of three lemons starting on our tree. Nicknamed Mr. Bates (from Downton Abbey), our little tree has been looking shocky since its transport outside for the summer. This is a hopeful and most welcome sign that he's doing okay.
Here's my ever constant shadow, Jack. We had moved three or four wagon loads of firewood from the back of the yard to under the porch cover. It's really quite sweet - he'll grab a piece of wood if it falls from the wagon and trail along behind me. Trouble is, he'll stake a claim on it. I think he's about to drop it on a tomato plant here...
Disclaimer: No tomato plants were harmed in the making of this blog post.
Finally a tomato!!!
The very first fruit of the season. I'm not sure which variety this is... I should have looked, but now it's nearly 11:00 at night and I'm in no mood to run into Ichabod, our resident possum in the backyard. If Jess is wrong, and this isn't the Year of the Cursed Tomato Crop, we will have many more pictures to come, descriptions and all.
As I was cleaning up the yard (mainly stuffing from some ill-fated stuffed animal... I can't really talk about it... it was a massacre) the sun came out. I snapped a few shots of the pumpkins with the sun beaming down on the leaves. See the strings in the background? We took the siding (the icky torn siding) out of an old green house and will attempt to trellis the tomatoes and mini pumpkins up and over the top.
Notice the tiny apples in this pot? Our next task is to massively overhaul the apple trees. Not only is one of them completely touching the cable wires (I'm hoping they are cable wires and not electricity) but they are also way too big and not producing fruit to fruition. The apples stay tiny and bitter and just fall to the ground, either half eaten by birds and squirrels, or too out of reach for even Jess and I.
I'm researching how to go about this. That is on my radar for an up and coming post.
Jack has finally stopped bouncing around the house and is nicely snuggled in bed. That's good a sign as any. Time to sign off for the night.
The week awaits.
As you know, I had to go after my apples hard. I did again this year. I think supposedly you aren't supposed to cut more than a 1/3 a season. Technically you might be a bit late, but that has never stopped me.
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