What is this water falling from the skies?

 RAIN!!!  Glorious, wonderful, beautiful rain!

After a quick round of thunderstorms last night, the clouds decided to have mercy upon us and have been releasing a steady, slow rain since the wee hours of the morning. I took advantage and planted the asters that were dug up to make room for the arbor earlier this summer.  Despite the already half inch or more of rain, only the very crust of the ground is damp; an inch below it is still dry as a bone.  Still, this will help some.  I split the Alma Potschke (vivid pink) and soft purple asters and dotted them throughout the wildflower meadow.  The shorter lilac colored asters have taken seat in the cottage gardens.  I was able to dig up some self seeded rose campions from the hillside beds and move them into the cottage gardens, as well. Before the day is over, I'll hopefully sow a few rows of carrots where the onions were, too.  Hope springs eternal and all that.

Speaking of hope...I was hoping I'd hauled the last of the mulch this weekend, but it looks like I'll need another truck load before I call it good.   I've got 98% of the bank covered at this point; all that's left is one little spot around the backside.

 The bulk of this load went toward a path I decided to make at the top of the bank, leaving space between what's left of the miscanthus grasses and the edge of the wildflower meadow.

 Not only does it give me enough room to access the meadow from the back, but it's wide enough for the wheelbarrow.  I honestly never intended to mulch quite this much, but I'm happy that I did.  I like the look of it, and it's a little bit of order among my ever growing chaos.  

 At the bottom of the slope I've decided to continue with my cinder blocks and caps to define the edges of the bank.  I should have enough block left to do that, but the block pile is most likely harboring - you guessed it! - more hornets.  I'll have to carefully pick away at that.  

In the meantime I can continue adjusting and fussing with the rope fence.  I've decided I really like it, and by next year the stakes will have begun to turn grey, matching the big fence and the arbor.  I'm also going to do the same type of rope fence along the raspberry patch, which has not been supported and is going in all different directions.  I did get some fruit this year, but the birds and wasps have eaten most of the berries before I could harvest.  I'll know better for next year!

In hydroponic news, my mesclun is growing like crazy.

 There's almost enough for one salad.  Next time I sow seeds, I should sow some in dirt and do a comparison of which grows faster.  Or maybe just eat what I have and move on.

May showers bring June flowers

 And still, it rains. The most astonishing part about this incredibly wet spring has been how dry the ground remains.  The wet weather has certainly pushed certain plants to show off in the most spectacular way, especially the iris.

 

I'm so happy to discover I can photograph some of my garden during the Golden Hour; my previous house was positioned perfectly to capture the beauty of my gardens as the sun waned, and I had thought I lost that magic light here.

Other perennials in bloom at the moment:

bleeding heart

columbine

catmint

ragged robin

clematis

I forget...

 

 

I'm astonished by how quickly the peony I planted by my little fence in front of the house established itself.  I really didn't expect it to bloom this year, or be quite this full!  I'm debating whether to plant another cream colored one on the other side of the gate, or a pale pink.

pale pink in the hillside garden

 Vegetables are doing well, too.  The lettuce is small, but it's growing.  The cabbage seeds have begun to push through the dirt.  Peas are growing well, and the potatoes have begun to send leaves through the soil.  My leeks are doing very well and the carrots are coming along.  I'm still moving perennials out of the hillside beds and to locations here and there.  

Finally, Nugget Watch 2025 has begun.  The old hen and an auntie hen have been hanging around the pasture for about a month now, and the other day I spotted the old hen with two nuggets!

 No sign of auntie hen, so I'm not sure if she was able to hatch any chicks yet.  Fingers crossed these two little ones are able to make it through the summer.

And once again, I'm holding my breath and allowing the boys to go on pasture.  Flea's insulin was within normal range, the lower end of normal, in fact.  I was so happy I cried.  I cried again watching him and Fargo race around the grass track yesterday.  It finally feels like I have my boys back. I can't wait to get the rest of the track done now!

a welcomed break from the rain

 That's right.  A few months ago I was worried that we were headed into the 2025 growing season with a drought looming over us, but thanks to weeks and weeks of rain, the entire state of New Hampshire is now out of the danger zone.  It rained to the point that everything grew exponentially well.  Lawns, perennials, and most annoyingly, weeds.  I was losing any faith that I might get started on some projects, when a ray of hope finally lifted me - the young men I'd talked to about clearing the trees that had fallen on my fence last April finally showed up.  I wept, joyfully.  

I had hoped they would get here earlier in the year, before the tangle of bittersweet leafed out and made things more complicated.  On April 6th, I had sent them these photos:

 

 

 

But then it snowed, and then it rained, and it rained some more, and some more, and then it rained again, but eventually we had a dry day and they appeared like images of saints on burnt toast.  They took care of the bigger chunks of the downed pine and left me the top part to deal with, which was the most entangled in bittersweet, and they cleared all of the three smaller trees at the bottom of the pasture that had fallen.

So I was faced with this mess to clean up on my own.

 

This weekend, I hauled out my trusty wheeled trimmer and the riding mower, and started hacking back the bittersweet and overgrown mess. 

I was able to get enough cleared to open up the area I plan to develop as a second dry lot, and start on the tree top mess on the outside of the fence.

I still have a lot to go, but I'm feeling really good about what I accomplished so far.  Plus...18,000+ steps.  😉

Fresh is best!

 Maybe...we'll see.  This is my first time making Pico de Gallo, so I really won't know until our dinner guest tastes it and either tells me it's passable, or she spits it into her napkin and tells me to maybe try again.

At any rate.

My tomatoes, onion, jalapeno, and a lime I purchased with my own two hands.  My mother can't deal with cilantro, so I used some freshly snipped parsley instead.  And to think, I put that 3 year old parsley plant out on the porch to succumb to the elements!  I suppose it's earned its spot back under the grow light for the winter again, especially with the impending potato harvest.  We do love parsley and buttered boiled potatoes.

And I'm also quite proud of the yarrow plants I grew from seed this winter.  Some of them have bloomed and I've been very happy with the soft color palette.

The verbena bonariensis has finally come to.  I can only hope it self seeds, it's just beautiful.

The buddleia has bloomed and the pollinators are all over it.

My late planted cukes are finally starting to stretch out.  Hopefully they'll produce fruit before the growing season ends!  I'm glad I thought to leave the dried pea vines intact, the cukes are using those to cling to.

 We had the first taste of the Sugar Buns sweet corn last night.  I was a little disappointed that it wasn't picture perfect, but the flavor...unbelievable! I can't wait for more to ripen.

 

I'm happy to report we're still getting on and off rain, so I'm feeling better about my newly transplanted perennials now.  Not sure how this big guy feels about the soggy weather, though.

And Then The Skies Opened

 Shortly after my last post detailing our water woes, I broke down and purchased a new pump to draw ground water from a small reservoir that sits above our driven well. My new pump is fully submersible, so no need to prime for each use. This is one of those better late than never items, because at this point the vegetables have pretty much gone by or the lack of water damage is already done. 

Why am I telling you this?  Because the day after the pump arrived it started raining, and we've had multiple deluges since.  Some areas of our state have had damaging floods.  So my pump sits in the box, hoping to be put into service next year.  My luck continues to be fleeting in all things yard related.

There is good news, though.  The tomato plants look to have recovered nicely from their issues.  There is so much fruit on them that they are falling over...from desperation to abundance!

 And I don't think I've ever grown pepper plants that were as spectacular as these.  From now on, I'll always grow them in the polytunnel - seeing is believing.

 

 

These little yellow jewels are the NewMex Lemon Spice jalapenos.  I tried one off the plant the other day and it was excellent - a mellow pepper flavor and decent heat, but nothing outlandish.                 

Side note - the little blossom at the bottom belongs to I believe common nightshade, which was pulled and laid on a rock to bake in the sun.  No thank you, pretty poison plant.

The corn continues to grow, bolstered by the recent rains.  I'm looking forward to some ears roasted on the grill, and mom has already laid claim to the stalks for her autumn decorations.

I love the burgundy silk of the Sugar Buns ears.  The Silver Queen has silver silk, on what few ears have started to develop.  She's a later variety, so I'm happy that we'll be able to stretch that harvest over a few weeks.

Two of the three garlic varieties have been harvested, dried, and are ready to dole out.  The Thai Fire is smaller than I'd hoped, but I did roast some cloves with a few potatoes I'd harvested and some of my tiny onions, and the flavor is fantastic.  They don't pack as much heat as I'd hoped.  After speaking with a garlic grower at the local farmer's market, it was decided that I didn't feed them enough.  Apparently garlic loves high nitrogen, so in the empty garlic beds I'm now growing field peas to fix nitrogen in the soil for next year.

In non gardening happenings, another buck has shown up in the pasture.  I think this is the same one I photographed earlier this spring, and at that time you could see black masses on his face.

June 10th

Here he is on August 6th, not a great shot but you can see the hair has grown over the lumps on his muzzle.

I sent the first photo to NH Fish & Game to find out if whatever those masses are would be contagious to my mules, since the buck was hanging around their paddock.  I was told by one of the folks there that these were fibromas, and that "Fibromas are wart-like skin growths that are caused by a deer-specific papillomavirus.  There is no risk to your mules. They generally do not cause any issues for the deer unless they affect its ability to eat or see".  That's good to hear, but I'm sad for the deer.  At least for now they look to be small and not affecting him adversely.  It sure didn't affect the growth of his spikes!

 We also had a couple porcupines on the property.  This coyote was starting to harass this little one, but then thought better of it and trotted off through the woods.

 Now for some truly awful photography - I've said it time and time again, my low-light skills are nonexistent.  This lovely orange coyote was under the mulberry tree recently.  The distinct lack of pattern or color change in the coat makes me wonder if this isn't The Beast.  I've read coats will change from year to year.

About a month and a half ago, my neighbor and I were standing in my driveway talking when I spotted something at the bottom of the pasture.  As we watched, we realized it was a coyote that was limping very badly.  I was certain it was mortally wounded.  Last night, I was reminded of the resiliency of these creatures when a "tripawed", or 3 legged, coyote bumped across the pasture.  Surely it's the same coyote!  Again, low light and movement aren't my friends, but you can see the right front paw is missing.

 I'm not sure if this is an interloper (single coyote trying to establish territory) or a member of our local pack.  It appears to be in good health despite its handicap.  My game camera has decided to stop functioning correctly, so I'm missing a lot of night action right now.  My goal for 2025 is to afford a replacement, so I can continue to watch these fascinating creatures.