What's Sprouting (and not)

Well. Trust a northwest garden to teach a person with no patience (me) how to be patient (sheah, right).

I haven't done a lot of helicopter parenting over the pea patch this year. Most likely because of other things taking over the top tiers of my conscious thinking - namely parenting an actual child, raising an illegal amount of chickens (shhhh) and making soap. I also converted an old mental health website I ran over to a blogger/blogging format, which was weird and very time consuming. But I have found myself getting stereotypically antsy. I tend to hover a lot.

Add to that a spring that has been somewhat normal in that it is cold and wet and long and we've got a recipe for Lindsey getting ants in her pants. Hence I prod. I cajole. I sometimes replant when unnecessary. I have been known to plead while wearing galoshes. Whatever.

So I was excited when, seemingly overnight, this happened:

Purple Podded Pole Beans

And then this:

Two long pots of Sweet Peas situated to run up the fence surrounding the patch. Yay!

And finally a little something like this:

Potatoes - all of a sudden!

I think it was a four day stretch of sunny warm days and mild nights that really kicked the residents of seedville in the hind quarters. And I'm okay with that. We all need a push. It really was an incidence of nothing for weeks and then all sorts of tiny green shoots poking up hither and yon.

I'm going to plant out the squash in tires this weekend, and finish transplanting my sad tomatoes. (Hey. Question. What do you get when you leave your brand new tomato plants outside when it's really unseasonably warm that day? Answer. They get a little charred on the edges. Have I mentioned how well I pay attention to detail!?!) The sad tomatoes will go under green house plastic until they are ready to stand or fall on their own in the Great Northwest Weather.

The animals of the homestead are doing well. The chickens are laying an egg a day and the red ranger chicks are getting big. I putting together a post on just their development alone. I would have greatly benefited from such a post before I got them, so hopefully someone will find it online and get some much needed information. They eat SO MUCH and if I don't feed them on time they smunch up against the front of the You're Fucked Tractor and lay in a heaving pig pile of rumbling tummies until I get out there to replenish the giant trough o' food.

A couple of fantastic finds from the internet labyrinth:

And holy cow how awesome!

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Happy Friday, people!