

It's that time of year where I need at least two of me to get even half of what I need to do done.
That sentence is definitely not going to win me any grammar awards...
But I digress. Anyway, things are popping round the homestead on the seeding and transplanting front. Everyday I am seeding, sprouting, transplanting, raking, weeding, fertilizing, and/or emitting groans of soreness. One of things is happening more than the others.
One splendid development is that I can't walk by the asparagus bed without having to stop what I am doing, go back to the house to get a knife, and hacking fresh spears of asparagus-y goodness.
I love asparagus! And isn't this the most perfect spear ever:
On one of my trips out to the garden from the house I had an interesting encounter. I was strolling out to the garden, on the quickest path to the place through the big bull pines, when I got this weird feeling I needed to walk by the greenhouse.
As I got closer, I peered in to smile at my growing plant babies, when I spied something that should have not been in the greenhouse at all.
A little swallow had become trapped inside!
Thankfully, it wasn't too hot out that day, but my little feathered pal was still pretty stressed and exhausted. It was also too confused to go out the dang door that I opened up for it, so, since I had my gloves on, I carefully picked it up and took it outside. Okay, I cooed at it like the bird was a newborn baby, it's little heart was rampaging!
After setting it down on a post and standing guard over the little stressed creature so that my cats wouldn't think they could have it as an amuse bouche, my heart leapt in happiness when the bird took flight.
It was an excellent moment indeed.
After operation bird liberation, I set about planting seed. A large part of our new flower farm operation focuses on dried flowers and grasses, so I seeded a bunch of different amaranths, broom corn, and things like bunny tails grass.
Okay, first I had to admire the swiftly growing sweet pea seedlings. You know, just because.
One of my favorite ways to seed things that need to be a square foot apart is to use one of the gazillion milk crates that are lying about the place. My flower bed rows are five feet across, so the milk crate really does the trick when it comes to easily marking out square foot chunks. I love it when a plan comes together.
After planting for a bit, I paused when the hubs walked over with a bunch of homemade weed barrier staples that he had cut me out of some steel we had lying about. Something that makes my innards squee is not buying things when we have stuff lying about that can be repurposed into things. Now, I would totally love to have proper landscape fabric pins, but you know what, I love having that money left in my account and repurposing something that I already have lying about for the job even more.
Before you could sing Rollin, rollin, rollin better than Fred Durst, we had the landscape barrier pinned in place. We also threw a few of the rocks that were present on the barrier because when it comes to holding down weed fabric, the more weight the better. I haven't met anyone that likes to re-lay the stuff down after a thunderstorm blows it into the neighbor's field.
I have to say though, the barrier turned out great, and I am super, super excited about what goes into it. I have several hundred strawflowers, zinnias, marigolds, hollyhocks, and celosias that need to be transplanted soon. Along with multiple seedings of Pro-cut sunflowers. It is all coming along nicely!
And speaking of coming along, I need to get my flintlocks out of this chair and get out to the garden. I've got holes to burn in the weed barrier and more transplanting to do!

*And as most of the time, all of the images in this post were taken on the author's still incapable of flight unless aboard an aluminum propulsion tube iPhone. The text divider image was made in Canva.*