Periodic review of life on Six Acres
by rakeeter 
Probably a decade ago or more Grady gave Joyce an orchid, maybe one he’d raised in his greenhouse. It has prospered in spite of depredations by little people over the years. Those little people have all reached an age where they don’t present a threat to orchids or other tender things around the house and Joyce thinks this year’s bloom is the prettiest to date. If not, it’s got to be hard to tell the difference. Continue reading “Orchid in bloom”
by rakeeter 
It finally rained. No, that’s not an April fools joke. Earlier in the week I emptied .27 inches of rain out of the gauge, enough to clean out the bird droppings and wash dust off the grass. It didn’t stop me from continuing watering, though. I run the traveling sprinklers around the perimeter any day it isn’t too hot or cold. It’s a slow process and only time will tell whether it makes a difference. Much to my shame, there are still trees standing along the perimeter that perished in the drought of ’11. I’m hoping we don’t lose any more. Continue reading “April fools”
by rakeeter 
It was supposed to be a pleasant day here in the Panhandle for St. Patrick’s Day, but nooo. The predicted calm didn’t last past sunrise. And it’s cloudy to boot. No rain since October, in case you were wondering. Continue reading “Honky-tonkin’”
by rakeeter 
I could complain about the weather. I could complain about the cold, the wind, the drought, yada yada, but that would be boring so I won’t. Let’s just say Joyce and I survived February and the befuddling flu, although the effects of the later still linger. Some weeks I wasn’t able to work outside more than a day or two because of the cold. Last week I was outside Monday through Thursday, but Thursday was March 1 so I guess that still counts as only three days for Feb. Continue reading “February wrap up”
by rakeeter
Rojo the rooster stopped running. He was a good ol’ rooster. Always kept a benign watch over his flock and even tolerated the guinea, mostly. We buried him up on the caliche mound in an unmarked grave which may seem cold but at least we didn’t just chunk him in the trash. We are down to three black hens, one gold hen and one guinea. It’s doubtful any will survive the year since they are at the end of their normal lifespan. Not sure about the guinea. Continue reading “Adios Rojo”
