So here in central VA we have managed to go, again (SIGH), directly from early spring to mid summer. Wednesday there was a frost warning, and yesterday, today and tomorrow are all in the 90 degree neighborhood and now it is thundering like we'll get a summer boomer. It went from too cold to put the summer stuff out, to too warm to transplant anything. I am betting/hoping late week and weekend may be more reasonable for such things. I hope so as I bought a flat of impatiens at the market.
I dashed out in the cool of the morning and planted a couple types of cukes, some watermelons and zucchini and summer squash. The seeds will probably love the heat. I was then obliged to go out mid day in full bee regalia and put the honey super on the hive. It was probably a little over kill for the job, but last time I went out I got stung so I was being overly cautious. Of course, when I got stung I was being underly cautious so it served me right. So now the bees have someplace to put all the honey that is theoretically flowing right now (end of April to Mid June in this area).
ETA for the ducklings is the first Wednesday in May. But they won't say for sure. I guess we have to wait for them to be hatched and there is some lee way in all that. Below are some names I am tossing around. Feel free to chime in with votes or additions. I need 10 names so don't be shy.... The rule is that they can't be named after anyone in particular....
Jackson Carlisle (the one boy) or Levon Devonshire
Rosaleigh Bates
Iona McKaulsky
Maria Helena Garcia Fuentes
Honey-Jane Purslane
Anabell Klein
Josaphine McFadden
You see I need some help....
5 comments:
Rapscallion G. Mosstoes
Gentles McQuack
Daisy Webbers
Captain L. G. T. O'Duckling
HA! Thanks Waldo! Rapscallion is a perfect name for a drake!
Stéphane Mallarmé... because you can.
I will spend all day Wednesday sitting next to the phone, gnawing my fingernails, and repeatedly jumping up to trot off and make sure the car keys are sitting precisely on the corner of the kitchen counter closest to the back door. When the phone rings, I'll let out a nervous squeal.
Sounds like a recipe for disaster, doesn't it?
Sounds like a perfect way to send a morning. HOPEFULLY they will indeed arrive... Otherwise we will both have gnawed our fingers to nubs.
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