Olio: a miscellaneous collection of things.
Hardened off veggie plants waiting for the garden that isn’t ready for them.
The last free range time until we get the fencing up around the garden. The fluffy critters ate half of the sweet potato plants I put in earlier this week.
The annual spring Turkey dance. Flocks of 14 or more with the Tom fluffed up with chest puffed out and tail spread like the children’s drawing of a Thanksgiving bird.
Nearly 400 yards of undyed Dorset lamb plied and 200 yards of Coopsworth spun and plied. I can’t decide whether to dye the Dorset or what to do with it, but the Coopsworth is for me. A sweater once the huge bag full is all spun, plied and measured.
The first flowers from our garden.
A nice weekend ahead with plans to deconstruct the compost bins, weed the remaining garden beds and get the seeds and plants in the vegetable beds.
We are half a week from chicks, we hope. Broody Hen is being a great Mom, I hope she is rewarded for her efforts.
Loving our mountain farm.