I like birds. I worry about their numbers as the climate changes.
But they like my sprouts! Why don’t they eat the wild mustard weeds that are all over the place?
The wind had torn off the frost covers, and I was enjoying the clear view of my spinach—until birds came nibbling. The beds are covered again.
Speaking of predators, I had thought by planting the kale early, I’d avoid those white cabbage moths, but I’m seeing them everywhere; so the frost covers will remain—probably forever—except for the peas.
A good thing the plants can push it up as they grow.
Here’s hoping our apricots don’t freeze this year. There’s still time for a cold snap . . .
Other News.
Between the time change, appointments, and demanding household matters, my days have been frustratingly unproductive.
Our two power outages killed the microwave and also the clothes dryer. Fortunately the dryer only needs a new fuse, but since it melted solid, we’re waiting on a replacement part.
However, I’m looking for ways to get more exercise (unresolved so far), and have renewed efforts to make progress in my verse novel edits. Sometimes, I look at the whole and want to run.
The answer is to keep each day’s goal measurable. Wish me luck!
How’s your week going?
Kate Harrington 