12. Crunch Time and Pause Time

Mid-April and decisions need to be made.

We’ve had a cold snap and what I’m gambling on is this being the last frost. Markets begin next month, I’ve got nothing to vend (yet), and so I need to make a decision: to transplant or not to transplant.

I have a utility room full of squash, cucumber, eggplant, tomato, pac choy, pepper, celery, and herb starts. They are screaming for more room for their feet, but it’s just not warm enough quite yet. Maybe the squash, celery, and pac choy could survive outdoors, overnight, in a week or so.

Meanwhile, I’m scared to venture into the field to assess the damage of the frost. Basically, I know what I’ll find, and I know I need to reseed pretty much everything. Gah! What a waste of time and seed (and money). I should have known better. I do know better. My excitement to begin the farm got the best of me and I jumped the proverbial gun.

At least, I’m getting my chickens back soon. I miss those silly fluffy butts. And they can give me something to sell at market. But this leaves the conundrum of how to get certified by the Indiana State Egg Board during the pandemic. As we all know, the world is on pause.

Coop finally coming together…

So, I’m paused with it, grading papers, walking the property, thinking, kissing my dogs, doing laundry, steaming border and wallpaper off, painting, cleaning, more thinking, binge-watching TV shows that make me cry. You know, the usual.

That’s it. Nothing new to report. Here is a pic of Goose, filling the house with her farts.

Smells like Goose spirit…