And there's a turkey gobbling somewhere in the field behind our house. I am beginning to think the turkey may be in a pen, for the sound always comes from the same direction, multiple times every day. On second thought, I wonder if it's a high-tech turkey call, set to repeat at certain times.
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My sister invited me to breakfast yesterday with her and our aunt and uncle, at a restaurant less than 15 minutes away from me. After breakfast, she planned to visit her daughter (also less than 15 minutes away) to tour her garden. I was a slug yesterday morning and didn't make it to breakfast, but I did make it to my niece's house in time for the garden tour and a little visiting.
From my niece's house, I went to the grocery store. (Big yuck.) Both The Husband and I are in a food funk; we can't think of a thing we'd like to eat if we could have anything we wanted. Grocery shopping is a challenge, and cooking seems like wasted effort.
I came home, put away the groceries, made some breakfast muffins and a fruit salad - waaaay too much fruit salad for us to eat before it goes bad. I bagged up a quart of it and took it to Nanny.
Our vegetable garden is in Nanny's back yard, so while I was there, I checked on it. The spot where I want to plant purple hull peas is a puddle (and it's supposed to rain again this weekend). The tomatoes are bearing fruit, but their leaves are yellowing at the bottom, probably from all the rain. The fruit may split if this keeps up. The squash plants are a little yellow, too. (I still can't tell if they're butternut squash or summer squash.) The second planting of anasazi beans sprouted sparsely, like the first attempt. I'd hoped the warmer temps would help them sprout better. Maybe I should try them again it July.
Our lawnmower stays in Nanny's workshop when not in use (we mow her yard, too). After checking on the garden, I drove the mower home and mowed our yard.
When I finished mowing, I came home and made a mushroom bed. I didn't do it *precisely* the way the instructions said to do it, which was to layer cardboard, straw, mushroom spawn, and wood chips. I chose to make the bed in a spot where, 30 years ago, I dug a hole for a fish pond that never happened. For the past two summers, I've been throwing leaves, weeds, old potting soil, small sticks, etc. in the hole, trying to fill it up. Yesterday, I dug out some of the debris, put cardboard down in the hole, and used the debris on top of the cardboard instead of straw. This might have been a mistake, as the leaves were a bit "moldy," already. If that "mold" is actually some form of pre-mushroom slime (I believe the correct term is "mycelium"), and if it sprouts mushrooms, I might not be able to tell the native mushrooms from the wine cap mushrooms. Maybe I'll wait to worry about that when something actually sprouts, which may be 6 months, or longer. The mushroom bed needs to stay fairly moist until then. When monsoon season finally ends, I'll have to remember to water it.
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I haven't decided what I'm going to do today - work on the wedding quilt or do more yardwork. The quilt is laid out on the sewing table, ready to go. I should probably start there, then when the sewing goes sideways, I can work off my frustrations in the yard.
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