7.15.2012 Licked

All week long, I’ve been watching it rain all around us.  Two nights ago, as I was blogging I was watching a large green blob on the radar as it approached.  I was guardedly optimistic that the blob, big as it was, and on the track it was, would be the one to finally drop some rain on us.  I went to bed hoping.  I woke the next morning to find the sidewalk dark with moisture and everything damp.  But when I checked the rain gauge there was just a little dampness in the bottom; not enough moisture to measure. We’ve come to call it a licking.  We don’t get rain.  We don’t get sprinkles.  We just get licked by that cat Mother Nature.

Tonight, I’m having déjà vu all over again.  There’s another large thunderstorm moving this way, but I’m guessing it’s going to slide just north of us.  It’s becoming comical.  Looking at the precipitation maps for the last month, our farm really stands out.  On the map, the state is covered in greens, yellows and even some reds.  That means Virginia has gotten between a half inch to 5 inches of rain, with most of the state getting around 2 inches in the last 30 days.  Then there’s a little blue dot that is us.  We are the only one in the entire state.  ¼ inch.  That’s it. (And I think that’s being mighty generous.)

This confirms it.  Apriori Farm is a very special place.  Look how we stand out from the rest of the state.  We’ve prayed, danced, played with power tools outside when there is lightening in the area . . . all to no avail.  We’re just special.











If you want to check the precipitation in your location click the link below.  You know, if you are curious.


In other news, I weeded the peas and carrots and surprisingly, I still have a few pea vines going and the carrots are starting to put on some bulk.  The spent broccoli and cabbage plants are steaming in the compost pile.  Removing them revealed the finest marigolds I’ve ever grown along with some happy celery plants.  It doesn’t look like store bought celery – the stalks are shorter, greener and much more slender.  But it’s lovely and it tastes like it ought to.

The egg count took another dive this week and I am worried now the chickens have begun to molt.  Feathers are starting to drop.  I thought the molt was a fall phenomenon.  All I can do at this point I’ve done.  Fresh pasture, DE in the feed for internal parasites, dust for external parasites, and disinfect waterers to kill any germs that might be causing trouble.  Still, the flock did not make payroll this week and therefore invitations to freezer camp are in order.

My friend came over today to get a dozen of the increasingly rare eggs and I invited her to go riding with me.  That went well, believe it or not, despite the fact that neither of us have been in the saddle for a couple of years.  Opie wore her saddle without complaint and the only trouble I had with her was in the riding ring where we went to mount up.  Opie does not like the riding ring.  Or rather, she does not like the combination of being tacked up and being in the riding ring.  Makes me wonder what her former life was like. Maybe she’s got good reasons for being a headcase.

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