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Old Brown Shoe

A few day’s ago, at work’s end,  I cranked my shoe off (sidenote: I’ve really taken to wearing and working in leather shoes.  Durable, water-shedding, dust-proof (in contrast to sneakers that let it all through), pliable, nice.  This pair happens to be my old paddock boots of horseback-riding years, and I still use them for those blissful once-a-week rides, but I wear them in the vegetable patch now, too. They are reminiscent of this style of old-fashion boot, and I get to imagine what it was like to walk around with buffed leather and petticoats [side-sidenote: C.S. lets go garden-dress thrifting sometime real soon :]. I need to find another pair, because these are quite narrow, and are starting to split. My mind moves to cowboy boots, too…) while on the porch and it skittered over the edge and thumped into a rhubarb plant, immediately obscured by the elephantesc (?sp) leaves. In my exhaustion I told myself, “oof, I’ll get it when I lock up the chickens later tonight”.  Well, I forgot to retrieve the shoe and only remembered it yesterday when it had been raining steadily for a long while.  This morning I set it out optimistically to dry, only to clomp up the stairs later (in tyler’s boots, size 13.5, because my rainboots still have holes in them…) and see the drizzle soaking in once more. 

Kinda felt like that old shoe today: soggy, a bit work-weary, brown, details wanting attention (torn laces, scuffs, etc), old, stuck in the timeless (blah, foggy, rainy) day. Really just wanted to come inside and eat chips.

But there were 20 chickens to be picked up at 730, and so that happened, and now they’re here and beginning to get settled (Yeah Molly! Thanks for crafting the chicken tractor!). 

And more stuff had to be planted to the fields (can’t even differentiate it all now, this greenmatter: stuff: flowers, cucumbers, who knows…). This time of year is misleading in the garden: it all feels rather orderly and under control. With nothing yet lost to weeds and no crops ailing, everything looks pretty optimistic.

Then I futzed around the hoophouse, wherein the cherry tomatoes are beginning to ripen, and flowers are starting to bloom.

 

Directly outside, Poe hunted for the vole (who happens to like kohlrabi) while I “enjoyed” a bit of ‘frivolous weekend gardening’ by planting leftover flowers by the hoophouse doors. 

  

In my planting, I was accompanied by ‘Hoodini’, a notoriously independant hen who seems to like it away from her clan and outside the confines of the fence. She’s a great grubber. Poe licks his chops whenever they are within 10 feet of each other, but generally does a good job of leaving her alone.  All together, we ooed and ahhed at the lovelyIris just now coming into bloom

 

Then I took pictures of all this nonsense.

Now this farmerette is going to bed. Yay saturday night.

PS: If any New Englanders knows of one these type trucks (flatbed, racktruck, 3/4 ton, not a rustbucket) up for sale, do tell me! It’s at the top of the farm’s wishlist….sigh….

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