It feels good to see the gardens in such good shape. The potatoes are coming up, lettuce is almost ready to pick, and the greenhouse is full of seedlings.
In the house, my flower and herb seeds are sprouting in their little individual "greenhouses"--I just fill flowerpots with potting soil, plant the seeds, add a label, and put the whole thing into a gallon freezer bag. They sprout beautifully, and I save the bags to re-use the following year.
The new herb garden is dug and ready to be prepared for planting. I got some mulch spread and some weeds pulled but still have a lot more to do. But for mid-April I feel like we're on top of the gardens.
We had some fun this week too--going to my friend Melissa Dennison's farm to buy herbs, salve and soaps, visiting yard sales and junk shops, firepit time, Larry went ramp-digging and got this bag-full.
Yesterday our oldest grandson brought five friends over and I cooked dinner for them and two granddaughters. We had a feast: four kinds of quiche made from my eggs, homemade crusts, and various fillings, corn and green beans, cornbread, salad and peach cobbler with whipped cream. With so many veggies and fruits in the freezer and cellar, and the chickens laying like crazy, fixing a meal like this is low-cost, even for 11 people. It was heartwarming to see these young people so interested in our way of life. One said, "No one lives like this any more. This is the coolest thing!" I loved it, and was encouraged that perhaps there is hope that the younger generation values the old ways and might want to give at least some of it a try one day.
Our junking trips yielded a porch swing, four wood folding chairs (great for when we have a crowd here), a hand-knitted sweater, a lovely crystal decanter, two hand-painted wineglasses, and a Revereware stainless steel large skillet with lid, a wicker wall cabinet for the bathroom, and a six-foot long coffee table made from American chestnut, along with a few other things.
The oddest thing was this pretty hobnail glass bowl that someone spraypainted gold--under the gold paint it is cranberry-colored glass overwashed with white. I think it might be Fenton glass, but if it is it is a second because as I've been cleaning away the gold paint I can see imperfections. Still, it was a great deal for a quarter, I think. I'm still trying to find an easy way to get the paint off, though. Any ideas?
It's been a very good week, and I am tired, sun-kissed and sore. It will be hard to get in the car and head out of here tomorrow, but all good things must end, I suppose, and my muscles could use a little rest.