Today I needed garden therapy. For me, that is throwing away my to do list, leaving the family to fend for themselves and getting my hands into dirt for the whole day. I planted pole beans, radishes, chard, bush beans, arugala, spinach and mixed lettuce. I cleaned up and weeded the garden. I thought about what needed to be planted where and when.
While I have plenty to depress me, I usually rise above it. But this morning I was heartsick when I realized the new Silkie pullet was missing. I had been late at Emma’s school last night. I put the goats and chicks in before I left but waited until I was home to lock up the chickens. I didn’t bother to check that all were accounted for and apparently left the big fluffy stupid silkie rooster and pullet out. Ugh! I searched for an hour this morning but without any success. I was very upset at myself and started spiring down into darker and darker thoughts.
Being in the garden was the therapy I needed. I have thought about alot of things I needed to think about and NOT thought about alot of things that have been preoccupying me. I can visually see that I accomplished alot today in the garden and I look forward to the meals for my family this summer. And I found a way to tell Gabe his little Silkie was missing this afternoon.
And do you know what? Gabe immediately began searching for her himself and he FOUND HER! Princess Lea was hidden under a burn pile and had stayed there all day. She was so happy to be reunited with Luke, the Silkie rooster. Gabe exclaimed he was the great chicken finder and I have to agree.
This morning’s barn report: Two and a half gallons of milk. Willy nursing well on his own. Three duck eggs. Eight chicken eggs so far. Chevre draining in the root cellar to be packaged. All fifteen turkey poults doing well. Speckled Sussex chicks growing like crazy. Cornish cross chicks are almost feathered out and the size of the little cornish roasters you get in the store. They grow so fast!
