Our neighbors are hosting a party this evening. Kari worked all year on a committee at Olsen Park charged with planning and raising money for an Outdoor Education Day at Ceta Canyon. It was rained out or at least inhibited because of rain so Kari invited the committee people, about 12 families, to a party on SA expecting only a few to accept. She has reason to believe there will be 50 attendees counting children. I mowed her yard for her but otherwise I’m making myself scarce.
Early in the week Kari learned that Abigail wasn’t among those allowed to transfer to Crockett Middle School, which meant she would go to San Houston. A number of Kari’s friends and associates have told her ever since Abigail started Olsen Park to do whatever she had to do to keep Abigail from having to go to Sam Houston. Seems the class of people going there is not top notch. Kathryn attended a couple of years at Sam Houston back in the day and we all now how she was scared for life. Thursday Kari got a call from the Crockett principal who told her that some of the people who were eligible to transfer declined to do so, that there were only seven openings and that the Abster squeaked in on the seventh. We are all greatly relieved.
The chickens have been marauding in the tree nursery. I put a bunch of compost in it not realizing how that would attract the fowl. They get in the bed and scratch out the dirt and pine mulch so I put pots larger plants and small trees came in around the inside perimeter to keep them out. Yesterday at lunch Joyce and I went to the nursery and got some flower to plant in the pots and this morning Rebecca and I took care of that little chore. Maybe if the flowers prosper they will provide some nourishment for Chris’s bees as well as adding a little color to the shop area.
While we were gone the eighth guinea that had been missing showed up with a batch of keets. I’m told the hen and the male (cock?) were escorting them around and were very protective of them. Chris thought they should be captured and penned up. They caught them and put them under a heat lamp like Joyce did the original batch but it was too hot and several expired before he moved them and the hen to his chicken tractor. They’ve been cooped up in for two or three weeks now. I guess I would have let them take their chances. Doesn’t seem like we need a whole lot more guineas but Joyce says Chris wants to eat them. He’s been wanting to get some pullets so he can eat them. I’ve offered to buy him a bucket of fried chicken anytime he wants it but for some reason he seems to want to go through the process so I guess the guineas will be on the menu at some point.
We enjoyed a pleasant Memorial Day. When we got home Friday evening it was windy and Saturday was hot and windy, but Sunday cooled down and Memorial Day was very pleasant. We found a few flowers around the place, including one of Mom’s roses, put them in a jar and took them to the cemetery. Everyone seemed to be resting easy so we went to breakfast, then home and worked quite a bit in the garden. Joyce of course couldn’t help going to the nursery and getting some produce plants so it looks like we’ll have a garden after all in spite of the late start.
I saw the bullfrog sunning himself on the moss this morning. That is the first time I’ve seen him this year. I had begun to think he didn’t survive the winter but it appears not only did her survive, he thrived. He’s not quite as big as my hand yet but I bet he is by the end of the summer.