Note to Self:
(Which Self is in question..... hmmm, let me re-phrase that...)
Note to all Egos and Alter Egos:
(Their names are legion!)
In future, do NOT eat Oreos and milk for dinner. Never again in this incarnation. For any reason, unless threatened with death or some other improbable scenario.
They no longer agree with your Zone diet metabolism. AVOID this behavior henceforth, to whit, so forth and so on, in perpetuity.
I had lots of time to think about this rash behavior, while lying awake on the couch last night.
What a goofball I (we) are!
It is so warm today that one might think it was summer. The fruitless pear is in full bloom. Too bad it's odor does not match it's good looks. A rather pungent smell permeates the yard today. But the sight of the peach and the pear in bloom together mitigates the offense. One white, and the other deep pink.
I have been pollinating the peach by hand with a small paintbrush, since there is no sign of a honey bee for the job. Although the wasps investigate now and again. But I don't trust them for such an important chore. My mouth waters in anticipation of ripe peaches plunking down onto my waiting palm some months hence. The weather has certainly been in favor of the tree setting fruit. No chill breezes have blown. Even the nights have been very mild.
I planted Ensign Morning Glories today, and in between the pea plants I poked a dozen or more seeds of different varieties of tomato. I hope they are not shaded too much by the peas. But when the peas are finished, that bed is for tomatoes. I thought I would give them a chance to compete. I should start some in pots right now, but I don't have any proper containers. I need to visit the nursery in the next few days.
I also hilled up the potatoes that have sprouted. I sort of re-buried them actually. They won't mind. They are doing their potato thing, growing like crazy, now that they have broken ground.
The last of the Bermuda grass was rooted out and the blackberry vines are now mulched with a thick layer of grass clippings. I hope that will discourage the grass somewhat. The rhubarb is slow this year, and maybe it needs to be re-planted come to think of it. I really don't know that much about it to tell the truth. All I know is the first two years after I planted it, we had plenty. Last year it was a little thin. Maybe it has run it's course.
Off to finish cleaning the kitchen and finish the laundry.