Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Schmidts Farm in April

Apple Blossom Time...  the tree that produced the hundreds of
small, delicious apples last year is now loaded with white flowers.  Love looking out the dining room glass doors when we're eating, planning what I'll do with all the apples this year.






Of course I had to snip some branches for the table.   They don't last long inside, but they're beautiful while they do. 


In the herb garden, Oregano weathers over winter, something I hadn't known. At least here in middle Tennessee it does.  In my garden it does.  








And the Parsley weathered over too.










Seedling flats in the yard.  Tomatoes, peppers, more broccoli, Brussels sprouts.



Spinach coming along nicely.  Almost ready for that first tender salad.



Peas and Lettuce in rows, while the mint begins its trail around the sides of the bed.  Mint will take over a garden completely if allowed.  And it fights you when you go to pull it up.  Last year, Gary took some I pulled and planted it down by the spring in the woods.  And it all started a few years ago with one tiny mint plant.  It's Spearmint (Mentha spicata)


Close view of the lettuce and English peas.  Kind of got these out late, but I think they'll do okay.  I know the lettuce will.  We will trellis the peas soon.  Getting ready for salad time on the farm.












Tuesday, April 16, 2013

I Want to Wear White Socks

I want a clean kitchen floor.  I want it really bad.  I want it to stay clean always...in middle of the night, when I get up in the morning, when I go to cook dinner, when I come in from outside.

I have rugs and mats on the floor.  I guess they help a little.  But my kitchen floor still gets dirty.

I tried swiffering every day, even twice a day.  It stays clean for a few hours.

The true test of a clean floor:  Try Wearing White Socks!

I want my white socks to stay clean on the bottoms.

I walk across my kitchen floor, and my white socks are already dirty.  I take them off and drop them in the laundry basket.  Worn for about five minutes, and they're laundry fodder.

I don't like to wear shoes in the house.  I like socks.  I like white socks.  White socks that stay clean on the bottoms make me feel good and happy.  Clean white socks in the house.  My dream.

Isn't there a Dr. Seuss verse for white socks in the house?






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