Things have been full of all manner of scenes here, mostly scenes of me doing things and being randomly amused by the creatures who live on the farm with us. Over the last couple of days I have been haphazardly darting around, wheelbarrow in hand, weeding flower beds, seeding warm weather seedlings in the greenhouse, keeping existing seedlings well-watered since our weather is quite balmy, all between finishing up school and social obligations.
It feels very spring-like, everything is exploding into growth!
Almost everyday, no matter how much I work, I try to squeeze in a 30 minute or longer walk. The corg and I have a track around the farm, it meanders through the woods and is a most peaceful place to saunter. I have found that those little meanders are most restorative for my overtaxed soul, especially when the phlox are in bloom.
At the base of a massive Ponderosa Pine tree on the edge of my farm is a patch of Wild Phlox. It has come back every year that I have lived here, and even though its bloom time is fleeting, its arrival every year brings me no small amount of joy. The delicate structure of the creeping flowers, all in various shades of lavender, make me smile on repeat.
When the phlox come around it means that I also have to get to weeding the asparagus bed. I got that chore done, barely, on Wednesday. I say barely because the Void was way more help than I needed. She was like a Godzilla in the asparagus bed, stomping through the raised realm, occasionally being beset upon by a case of the zoomies and what I like to call the ploppies, as she would plop her lard butt on wherever I was trying to pull weeds and eyeball the asparagus in the most insolent way.
Thankfully, no emerging stalks were harmed by that behemoth, but there were a couple close calls.
Another creature who sticks close to me is the Corg. She's my little shadow, never farm from my side. In fact, she must have known I was typing about her because she let out the most annoyed groan from her position on the floor by my feet as I type this. Poor put upon animal.
Anyway, while I was weeding the stump bed she decided to pose all serious by the very much, well on its way to prolific glory rhubarb. I can see that all my composted chicken litter ministrations are going to pay off this year. Just wait to you see the size of the rhubarb in the old horse pasture. It's special. Okay, I might have added a LOT of chicken manure to that section...
In all honesty, I am feeling a bit worn out. This semester has been a trial in school, life, and in just about every aspect of my life. I am feeling more than a bit burned out, and today I think I am going to do something very unKatlike ,and go sit on the porch in the warm spring sun for the rest of the day and REST.
And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were take on the author's very many steps counted this week and still counting iPhone.
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