“The farmer in the dell, the farmer in the dell, Hi Ho, the Dairy-O, The farmer in the dell.”
Anybody else remember that one?
Isn’t there a chorus or something? Or is that the chorus?
“Chick chick here and a chick chick there” is “Old MacDonald’ isn’t it?
Well, anyway, I’m planting things again (There are chickens across the street. Does that count?) but I have not yet made it to the level of FARMING…I know plenty about that from my misspent youth. I am leaning fairly heavily on flowers–I seem to be in a “pink phase” right now, but there are vegetables and fruits struggling to make an appearance. I have tomatoes –red and yellow, beefsteaks and slicers, heirlooms and cherry varieties; I tried to get a little yellow plum-type but that was sold out. Couldn’t bring myself to pick up any hot peppers–there are lots of different kinds of those now-a-days–but I do have Cubanelles, Red Knight and Mad Hatter; we’ll see how those turn out.
More often than not, I pick what to plant by the names that sound interesting.
For example, I just got an annual of some sort which looked interesting enough but it was the name that got me. You’ve heard of “King Tut”, right? Well, this tall-ish skinny plant was named “Prince Tut.”. Ha ! It’s now fighting for its life under the crabapples by the drive. We’ll see if it can survive without a pyramid.
It will also have to survive the competition from the spill-over from the birdfeeders that were located there all Winter (and much of the Spring). The place looks like a hayfield of some sort and I won’t let Bob the Landscaper Dude put weedkiller there because of the miscellaneous flowers which I have stuck in there, willy-nilly. ( He’s allowed to zap the poison ivy though) Some of them are actually blooming but others are still looking around trying to decide whether or not to make the effort. We all miss “the Weeder Queen” who has gone to that Big Hothouse in the Sky; she was good and any weeders out there who would like to enter into gainful employment should contact me ASAP. I even got out there and pulled out a bunch of genuine weeds to give the “desirables” a chance. You could almost hear a sigh of relief from the peonies which had to grow WAY tall just to get some sun this Spring.
This is the first time that I have planted vining-type things–zucchini and cantalopes–but they seem to be doing fine ;they are in the same boat, so to speak as the flowers low-to-the-ground, because they are doubling as the local salad bar for a family of woodchucks– at least two, maybe three little rascals apparently living under the front porch; their mamma is there too. I don’t know if they have an agreement with the ‘coons to share the greenery but the raccoons come up on the porch in the morning to snatch most of the cat food ( sometimes there are two of them and they fight over who gets first choice); the ‘chucks must be watching their waistlines and sticking to salad, mostly at night, though I have seen them running about in the daytime occasionally.
Anyway…EEE–EYE–EEE–EYE–OH. That’s how it ends.
