Feed the Birds

While in Mary Poppins feeding the birds will get you smiling saints and apostles, in our yard it gets you…

a mini cornfield in the middle of the lawn!  This is the bird feed we use:

It’s probably hard to tell from that height, but obviously there is some corn in there.  Most of the stuff that ends up on the ground gets eaten by birds and chipmunks, but apparently they don’t get all of it.  So after a few days weeks of not mowing…ta da!

Paul, still feeling the bitter sting of our corn not surviving last year, now refuses to mow it down.

Speaking of feeding birds, we have a new addition to the family.

That would be a meal worm farm in our guest room.  Why?  Good question.  I had the same one when Paul called me when I was in DC and excitedly told me he had set up a meal worm farm.

Apparently chickens love meal worms.  On BackyardChickens.com, there is an article that starts with the sentence, “Everyone who has a small flock of chickens should raise mealworms.”  It also says that you should “Use only the larvae (worms) to feed your birds.  The pupae and beetles should be left alone for reproductive purposes and never removed from the colony.”

Originally the farm was located in the backyard, so I was like fine, worms, whatever.  But then “the weather got too hot” so they were relocated to the guest room.  I am less OK with any sort of pupae or beetle breeding inside the house, and am pretty sure that at some point the dog (or I) will knock it over.  So…yeah.

These eggs had better be AMAZING.

Farm Update

“‘MERICA, F**K YEAH!” say the chickens

Paul put a little addition on the chicken coop.

Aaaah, rain.  It is raining this morning.  We got a few afternoon storms mid-week and the heat finally started to mellow out, thank goodness.  Without our usual rain everything was starting to get all brown and parched…and look a lot like California.  I was worried the garden wasn’t going to make it.  Our flowers out front are dried husks of what they used to be.

So sad and ugly.  That used to be a beautiful big blue delphinia bush.  Some of the herbs took a serious beating from the heat too, especially the cilantro.

Our back lawn is brown, which is gross.  And the chickens eggs the past few days have been smaller than usual, which is weird, so I’m blaming that on the weather too.

Speaking of the chickens, the whole time we’ve had them they have laid their eggs in their respective places: Romy is usually in the corner in a nest, and Michelle has been laying them from her perch in the coop.  Yesterday morning I went out and found this:

Aw, nest love.

But not all is lost in our garden.  The basils and oregano are hanging in there.

…and of course, the tomatoes.  We had our first real harvest the other day.

They’re still small and they have a seriously weird shape with a pointy end, but they are tasty.  And the Kentucky Colonel mint is kickin ass and taking names.  That stuff grows like a weed.  And with the rain scheduled to hang around this weekend, I’m hoping by next week things will start to perk up again.

This weekend we continue 2012: Year of the Airplane.  Tonight Paul and I are hopping on a flight…TOGETHER…out to CA.  He is done with boards (but his scores don’t come back till next week…so don’t bring it up) and we are spending a week at my parents place where my plans consist of laying in the sun and eating avocados.

But first, off to U of L to take a final for an online class I’ve been taking. Don’t be too jealous.

Small and Tiny

Paul asked me the other day, “Have you seen our raspberries?”

We planted our berries over a year ago, and the raspberry bush is the only one that survived (Spike ate the blueberry plant and the blackberries just never came to fruition…literally.)  So the fact that this plant was producing its first berries was pretty exciting.  I told him, no, I hadn’t, and he said, “I tried one and it was DELICIOUS.”

So yesterday when I was out feeding las pequenas and watering the garden, I stopped by to take a look at these delicious berries.

They are about the size of my pinky fingernail.  I am (kind of) surprised Paul ate it.

So while our chickens have been producing mondo eggs, our produce seems to be taking an alternative route.  Much like the tomatoes, our berries appear to be dwarfed.  It has been brutally hot here, and we haven’t gotten a lot of rain, so maybe that’s why.

And speaking of our eggs (which I promise, will stop soon), this morning Romy unleashed one egg to rule them all.

Those eggs next to it are the big ones in this picture.  It weighs like 5lbs.  A monster.

It’s going to be a hot hot weekend almost everywhere.  Stay cool and be sure to hydrate before you recreate.

Tomaten!

Our first crop.  I threw in a screw for size reference.  These things are tiny.  I don’t know if Paul is picking them too early of they are just dwarfed for some reason.

These were our tomatoes about a month ago:

They have since exploded.

And apparently they’re all roma (we forgot to put labels in the pots.  Oops.)

Enough of that gripping topic.  Today I jet off to Boston for my cousin Jess’s wedding. Family events with either side of my family always involve a million people and chaos.  They’re my fav.

Oh, and speaking of family, yesterday my parents celebrated their 44th wedding anniversary.  That…is a long time.  In honor of them, and since I can’t find pictures from the olden days, here is a picture of the two of them overlooking the ocean in SF last year…with me interrupting in the middle.  Just like real life.

…and to wrap up this pretty pointless post…enjoy your weekend.

Grow grow grow

So, first, some less than stellar news (for me, at least).  I woke up Thursday so sick that I was not able to drive down to Florida with Allison for the race this weekend.  So for me, the race is off, which is a bummer.  But what can you do.

Now, onto the good news.

Plants!

They say in Kentucky that you shouldn’t plant anything in the ground until after Derby (first weekend of May).  We had some crazy warm weather for most of the month of March, followed by sub-freezing nights last few weeks.  When the warm weather stuck around for so long, a coworker of mine who likes to talk horticulture with me decided to disregard the Derby rule this year and planted his tomatoes in his gardenbed.  Last week his tomatoes took a turn for the worse.

So, as much as a rail on Paul’s greenhouses, his most recent one seems to be doing the job and these little plants seem to be loving their new pots.  Check out those basils.

First sprout

You may remember our pre-victory greenhouse.

Well, it’s survived so far.  We had 80+ degree weather with humidity the first week it was out, which was enough to get the baby tomatoes up and sprouting.  Same with our basil.

Time to relocate!  And Paul’s mom had a nice little tip for how to do that.

Yes, that’s an apple corer.  Just dig ’em up…

…and replant.

Ta da!  Now, time to spread those roots and grow, baby, groooooooow…

Happy Easter.

South-facing window

We’ve been talking for a while about trying to get a jump start on spring planting.  Considering how erratic the weather has been, an indoor approach seemed like the best way to go.

Basic steps for starting seeds indoors are: plan which seeds you want, get seeds, plant seeds in little pots, and put them in a south-facing window.

Unfortunately, our only south-facing window is already dominated by another force.

We talked about hanging something from the window frame, moving the couch over to the right and trying to squeeze some plants on the table, even investing in a heat lamp and starter kit…but all of these ideas were shot down and the conversation kept veering back in the direction of a greenhouse.

You might remember the multiple greenhouse battles we lost last spring that resulted in our not knowing where anything was planted.

For me, that was enough.  I had written off homemade greenhouses in the spring in Kentucky.

Paul, however, is not as easily deterred.  He also still refuses to spend money on these things (see: birdfeeder), is home more than I am, and tends to take on projects like this with gusto.

And so, meet south-facing greenhouse 3.0:

Apparently, with a few bricks holding it down this one is INDESTRUCTIBLE.  We already have some herb and tomato seeds in there.

Considering we’ve only had 38 tornadoes touch down in the state this spring…I’m sure it’ll be fine.

Yeasty Warmth

That post title goes out to Alix.

As much as I enjoyed the trip to California, it is always nice to come home. Unfortunately, that also meant 18 degree weather and short, dark days.

Yup, that’s pretty much all anybody wants to do.

Paul spent the break snowboarding up in the Canadian wilderness with his friend Ollie (like really, in the middle of nowhere) where he and his brother hunt their own meat and build their own shelter and stuff like that.  He brought this book back with him:

Big eye roll.  We live in a neighborhood, not in the wilderness or on a farm in the country (despite what our Christmas card suggests…that picture was taken in our backyard.)   We don’t own a large plot of farming land or cattle.  We are not survivalists.  This book does not apply to us.

But after a day of being home of doing absolutely nothing productive, I decided to crawl out from under my comforter on the couch and see what was in the book anyway.

Last week I helped (watched) Chrissy make some bomb bread in her apartment in SF.  Inspired, I found a bread recipe (there are many) in the book and decided to give it a try.

Boom.  Different recipe than Chrissy’s, totally different type of bread, but still good.  Plus baking it warms the house up and makes it smell yeastily delicious, which is especially wonderful on dark wintery days.

And that book?  I was wrong.  It’s awesome.  It has everything–cooking, gardening, raising animals, making clothes, making preserves (Paul is stoked about that), how to skin a rabbit, home repairs, herbal remedies, diarrhea relief for your dog (seriously)…watch out.

Weekend Shots

We were supposed to head to Baltimore this beautiful fall weekend to see my sister and Joe and go for a mudrun, but med school tightened its death grip and we stayed here.  And did uneventful things.  Hence the boring post.

{molly and joe post-mud run in baltimore, sans us. sad face.}

{tomatoes in the backyard… still hanging in there}

{heeeere, batter batter}

{pumpkin loaf, a seasonal favorite…the office wolfed it down.  recipe here}{cruisin the hood with spikeman}