It’s been a month of highs and lows at my little hacienda. Ta da! Our first egg!
Finally! In all it’s tiny perfection.
We still haven’t ferreted out which of the Hogwart’s four is our layer. I plan to stalk the henhouse this weekend. I think it’s Jenny Weasley.
I know I should love them all the same, but Jenny’s my “bff” chicken. She’s the only one who lets me pet her. Either that or she’s scared of me and she’s dropping in fear…nah, I’m sticking with the first version where she loves me and lets me pet her.
On with the happenings. Behold my beautiful garbage can potato plants
Blessedly, we’ve been getting a little rain over the last few weeks. This time last year, we had already begun our 100+ degree heat and relentless drought conditions. So again, I say, the rain is a blessing. A blessing that pairs with oppressive humidity, which breeds mold and fungus….
Fungus…aka early blight. So…darn…maddening! The potatoes had done so well! I was so proud. And yes, I know I talking about them like they’re already dead and gone, but my optimism is strained on this one. I cleaned away most of the speckled leaves. I did everything I could figure out to do for them. If we can limp along a little, maybe I can salvage new potatoes?
I’m probably a little more upset about the potatoes than is rational because my favorite climbing rose is struggling with a brutal case of Black Spot, and my cucumbers look to have a virulent case of powdery mildew. I don’t have a green thumb, I have a spotted fungus thumb! So sad…
This climbing beauty will soon be a nubby, aggressively pruned beauty.
But then, there are a few bright spots that balance the spotty victims in my landscape.
My Zinnias from last summer volunteered this year! I love them!
They’re such a cheerful companion for the herbs and veggies in my raised beds.
My squash and zucchini threaten to overtake their companions…
And if I could get the slugs and beetles to chill on my Mr. Stripey, he promises some tomato goodness very soon. (I couldn’t bear to pull that Zinnia like it was a weed!)
Note the giant Tomatillo plant in the background of the next shot. It’s been blossoming relentlessly for months. The butterflies love it! Unfortunately, they don’t bother to print on the packaging that Tomatillo plants need to cross pollinate in order to fruit. I have only one…therefore, it will never fruit.
Really? Don’t you think that might be good information? To put on the stick with the growing conditions? Just saying…
But really, who cares about the weird Tomatillo situation when you turn around and find this.
8 thoughts on “The Thrill of Victory and the Agony of Defeat”
Hurray for ‘Jenny’. I must say that even after all this time of having chickens and gardening, the two things that delight me always are finding eggs under a hen, or digging potatoes…. Congratulations on your lovely egg(s).
Thank you! We had them for Father’s Day breakfast this morning and they were absolutely delightful!
What a lovely productive garden. The rain here has battered everything to the ground this year. Hope you get lots more lovely eggs. There’s something magic about them! Avis x
Yay eggs! So exciting! Bet they tasted really good.
Hoorah for getting eggs! I keep watching ours now. And I have a couple of favored hens, too. My barred rocks. They are always the first to come running and let me touch them, too. 🙂
Hooray for eggs! That’s awesome! Congrats! (and thanks for posting! I’m a sucker for hen-posts :P)