It seems that after ten or more consecutive years of failed gardening attempts here at the farm, hope springs eternal. Grandpa and Normal once again planted potatoes and onions in the old garden spot just west of the wellhouse. Fifty pounds of potatoes were planted along with about one hundred onion sprigs. I am not sure how this garden will turn out but based on past experience, I do not have high expectations.
Every year the potatoes and onions have gone into the prepared ground and have looked like they were actually going to thrive and produce a crop for us. And every year the early summer heat, the hogs, the rabbits, the raccoons, the birds, or the bugs have destroyed the plants before any fruit could be realized. But once again, last week, Sunday to be exact, Grandpa and Norman, plowed, tilled and planted the cut potatoes and onion sets.
Today I will work on setting a fence in place to keep most of the ground critters out of the garden. To facilitate starting the garden Mama is keeping the chickens confined to their respective enclosures through the better part of the day. Letting them out only an hour or so in the evening to forage for a short time before they go back into the coop to roost for the night. At some point, Mama and I will clip the wings on the chickens to keep them from being able to fly over the fence into the garden. Then they can be allowed to roam more freely through the growing season.
All this labor could be for naught, but it keeps Grandpa puttering about.
There is some urgency to getting the fence in place because we are starting to see signs of the feral hogs on the property once again. Several months ago, Norman and I shot and wounded several on the large hogs. We did not shoot to kill because we wanted them to run off into the woods to die. That seemed to discourage them from foraging on our little property for a while. Now, it would appear, they are back to including our farm in their circuit.
If we do not fence the garden, they could easily destroy it one night. The hogs travel in groups of twenty or more. Mamas with six to eight babies each are not uncommon. And they grow so fast. At six months the piglets are ready to start reproducing, so keeping the population in check has often been a challenge. Since I do not enjoy shooting the hogs for sport, I have to force myself to kill them out of a sense of preserving our home and property.
It has been fun having Victoria visit. She, of all our children, interacts with Grandma and Grandpa best. It is her willingness to play along with them in their banter. I tend to get lost in the game, but Victoria seems tuned into the repartee and can make the conversation fun for them, especially Grandpa. As far as conversation goes, Grandpa tends to be reserved. Not so with Victoria. So, her visit has been especially good for him. But also was an encouragement to all our friends and family at church. She, Grandma, and Mama went to the Wednesday night service. I stayed home still recuperating from my surgery. But I got several texts from church family about how good it was to see Victoria once again.
Victoria will be flying home tomorrow morning. At least that is the plan. Thunderstorms are forecast for our area in the morning, but we will just have to see if that affects her return flight. Her flight is a direct flight, so it is not like a delay would interrupt her travel plans too much. It will be sad to see her go, but we have had a great visit.
Norman was talking about leaving for Florida next week and staying there for a couple months, but those plans seem to have fallen through. I believe it is for the best. Grandpa depends on Norman to keep him involved in the variety of ongoing projects he accumulates. Right now, Grandpa is focused on helping Norman repairing a truck he traded some labor for. It turned out to be a bigger project than either of them realized. As is the case with most of Norman’s projects.
It will be well worth the effort should he and Grandpa succeed on resurrecting the truck, but I am not holding my breath.