Busy days on the wee homestead as spring moves in. The seasons change, alas the chemtrails do not. The weather whiplash as well. But I must admit, I take quite a bit of hope and satisfaction that in the many years I’ve been bitchin’ about this, folks seem to finally be taking some serious notice. Either that, or my scope is conveniently narrowing. No matter. However the media tries to distract us, what’s truly important is happening in and all around us, not out there somewhere.
Handy Hubby has been busy in the back 40 clearing more pasture and getting the various spaces ready for the soon-to-be coming babies—piglets and lambs and kids and chicks. I’ll be posting lots of those pics when the time comes!
I’ve been busy in the garden and the bees are just starting to get busy, too. Only one colony failed over the winter, so that’s looking promising. We have loads of henbit blooming, but the bees seem to be preferring the chickweed so far. I have seen them enjoying the henbit on other occasions, so I keep plenty of it around. Such fickle little fairies. 😇
The perfect pesto can be created from those three ’weeds’—henbit, chickweed and violets. It takes some patience, but it’s well worth it.
I’m pleased that the avocado and mirliton squash I over-wintered inside did really well. Of course, I’m not counting my fruits before they hatch! I’m also trying sweet corn inside under lights for the first time. We often go so quickly from frost to 90 F degrees that it’s a ’beat the clock’ situation. In the middle photo are the sweet potatoes, ginger, tumeric and another mirliton warming up on a heat mat before putting them in soil to warm some more under lights before transplanting.
Garlic, shallots and a few types of onions going strong! That’s row cover on the right of the photo, for the weather whiplash. On the right you can see the garden from a distance, completely fenced, with a makeshift green house (the cover destroyed during the tornado a couple years ago) that will soon make it to the top of Hubby’s to-do list, I hope! 😏
Kensho Homestead 
Weather whiplash. Good term for it!
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Yup. Trying to grin and bear it, but, well, you know. 😭
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I can’t explain why but our skies never, ever look like this. Maybe because I am next door to Jackson Hole, home of the elite billionaire’s playground? It’s the only reason I can think that they leave us alone here. If I saw that above me I’d want to move. 😣
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Lucky you! That seems like a reasonable explanation. Maybe too why you have so many lovely birds when other areas are seeing lots of bird absence and even mass death. Not like we’ll ever be privy to such precious information as to what goes on over our own heads. It seems here to be about manufacturing drought/deluge and pushing weather systems to neighboring regions and cities, like when Houston or Dallas get nailed with snow, floods, hail. I think a lot of is about disaster capitalism. Thanks for sharing and for your gorgeous postings!
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