Winter to summer

 

Garden beds
Garden beds ready for planting

Last Friday evening I think it was, I heard a Western Kingbird (aka bee martin).  I didn’t see it so I wondered if it was a mockingbird I was hearing.  Sunday afternoon as Jill and the girls were about to hit the road and we were saying our goodbyes I heard and this time saw the kingbird.  If they are here, can warm weather be far behind?

The guinea hen is sitting.  Joyce fixed up a nesting box in guinea tower after she found a couple of eggs in there and the hen took to it.  Joyce estimates there are at least 20 eggs.  I don’t know what the future holds once the keats hatch.  Kari is adamant about no more fowl play in their garage.  Just too danged smelly and messy.  I guess I won’t worry about it.  The mortality rate for keats may take care of the problem.

Funny how little girls just love to use the shop toilet.  I wish they would go home.  It isn’t much farther to 2005 but, no, they just have to use the shop facilities.  Then they use a yard of toilet paper just to tinkle.  Last weekend someone cut loose with #2.  The little ones don’t understand how a composting toilet functions so I’m left to deal with their ordure.  Whoever it was left a steaming heap behind that would make a grown man proud.  Maybe there was more than one contributor.  Anyway, I’m going to have start locking some doors, I think.  It’s one thing when it’s mine.  It is something else entirely when it’s yours.

Tuesday night/Wednesday morning right on schedule we got our hard freeze for the week:  22 degrees.  Hard to imagine a more perfect spring if the intent was to demolish any hope for a fruited plain.  Maybe Mother Nature felt bad and tried to make it up to us by giving us a beautiful Saturday.  On the other hand, maybe we’re just through with winter and summer will start early.  There are so many trees that haven’t leafed out yet: pecans, hackberries, locust, bois d’arcs, oaks.  The poor old ornamental pear in the front of 2005 looks pretty bad.  The freeze turned a lot of its leaves black.  It will shed them and grow new ones but for now, it don’t look so good.  Cold or warm, the one constant is dry.  Why, even the weeds are beginning to suffer.  I guess I should cheer up.  There’s worse weather than what we have.  Plenty worse.