So Many Babies!
I woke up yesterday morning thinking about how many babies I’m responsible for this time of year. This year in particular, there are babies all over the place that need daily tending.
I’m still working to get my seedling babies into the garden, and I’m planting new seeds every day in flats. The seedlings still in flats need daily watering and watching, and transplanting into bigger pots (if only I could just find those instructions on how to clone myself!). I’ve still got squash, melons, and some other goodies that need planting in flats. The building of our hoophouse has slowed down the planting of these seedings in the garden proper.
It seems a miracle that there’s so much fruit setting on this year, after last year’s disastrous drought. Perhaps all the fruit-bearers are making up for last year’s hot, dry and fruitless year? The rain we’ve had so far has perked up all the plants so nicely. And us people, too.
For berries this year, we should have plenty of blueberries, mulberries, dewberries, and perhaps a few raspberries. I can’t wait!
In all the busy-ness and fruitfulness of the burgeoning summer, I’ve got to remember the darling human babies that I’m blessed with, too. Little Mack is 7 now, losing his teeth, losing his Swiss army knife (yes–woe is us!) and losing his baby fat. And picking me raggedy, torn-stem bouquets from the flowers that are blooming in my flower beds. And making a hide-out in a super-secret place, for the next time his cousin Orion comes to visit.
He showed it to me, but I promised I wouldn’t tell anybody where it was.
And then there are those achingly-precious grandbabies of mine (I’ve got two now, did you hear?):
Emmett’s mama and papa have promised to bring him to visit Amma (that’s me) in the next couple of weeks. I can’t wait to show him around the place. He’s probably never seen a chicken before. I can’t wait to nuzzle the back of his neck.
My granddaughter Anya is nearly 18 months old! She loves blackberries. Where did that year and half go, I wonder? *Sigh.* It went by much too quickly, that much I know!
These are the “tweens” chickens that are now old enough to hesitantly check around outside, but will scurry away quickly if any of the bigger chickens show up. They are fairly tame around me, however. They know who butters their bread, as it were.
This one is Malachi’s special pet, and her name is “Puffy.” Isn’t she cute? So tiny. I just love her.
Here’s another new baby in the house . . . meet Samwise Gamgee, our new kitten.
Andrew and I were walking together in town early one morning, and we heard this pitiful mewing from under a car, right on main street. Andrew has a heart for cats and he got down on his belly to pull the kitten–scrawny, eyes matted, pitiful–out from underneath the car. Andrew’s wife Sonia is allergic to cats, so the little mite came home with me. She is so much fun. She’s fierce and sweet and is learning how to play with us with her claws sheathed. I hope.
Of course the garden is just full of babies that require daily watering, until they are big enough to take care of themselves a bit.
(I am starting to realize that this “baby” post could go on a good long time . . .)
Today I was moving some mulch in my garden and found this little baby garter snake! I’m glad I had my gloves on, because I scooped it up really quick and called Malachi to come see. He came running. I guess I must have interrupted the little thing as he was just settling down for an after-luncheon nap, because he (get this!) writhed a bit, and then vomited! Several earthworms landed on the ground at my feet! Can you believe it? Have you ever seen a snake vomit? It’s pretty interesting.
Springtime is the season for babies around here, it seems. They do add some hurry and busyness to the season, and a few extra steps taken, and undoubtedly much sweetness.
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Such wonderful babies all around! I am heading out to see how our garden babies are doing – had some pretty heavy rains the last few days… We too have a blueberry bush that helped make some delicious muffins last summer. That being said, think I’ll head into the kitchen and whip some up! 🙂
So did you make the muffins, Carrie? Do blueberry bushes grow wild in your area of the world?
A plethora of babies….wonderful!
Yes, babies are wonderful, aren’t they, Caro?
You are so brave for picking up that snake! Best photo is of baby Emmett:)
Toni, I’ve never really been afraid of snakes, although there is an “ewww” factor at work. Besides, I had my gardening gloves on! 🙂
I adore all the pics- so much new life:) Thank you for sharing:) Sheri
My “baby” (now in his 20’s) and his friend came over today to rebuild a fence that we had put up years ago to keep him (as a toddler) from ending up in a creek at the bottom of our small city plot. He’s just leaving now…all those “babies” grow up too quickly, don’t they. Meantime, I think you will love those pluots.
They really do grow up too fast!
Your place is gorgeous and everything and everyone looks so radiantly healthy and full of love!
Love your photos and your garden XX
Thanks for taking a look, Bek! It is a lush and beautiful time of year here!
What a gorgeous selection of pictures! (Aww!) Your flowers look beautiful & your pets are just adorable! 🙂
Thanks Sophie! 🙂
What a wonderful blog for a grey Monday afternoon in London Town. It’s just lovely. Thanks so much for sharing your treasures with us.
Thanks so much for your encouragement, Anita-Clare, it means a lot to me! 🙂
What abundance. Love the grandbaby and the half-grown chicks. And the fruit production is amazing. I’ve never heard of a pluot. One of them is shaped a bit like a mangoe.
I know, what abundance, isn’t it amazing, Francene? We’ve had a long cool spring and plenty of rain (this far) and that seems to be the formula for lots of fruit! A pluot is a cross between a plum and an apricot, though that tree has never borne fruit before. Can’t wait to see what they are like!
wow, how do you find time to write a blog. Bake for the fair and get a little afternoon nap, well I guess that you don’t get an afternoon nap. We will be tilling about seven acres next spring on one of our properties in Mexico, where we have decided to build a retirement house. Yesterday while enjoying some outdoor time with my wife, I suggested that we might need a tractor in Mexico. That is when she informed me that she bought a burro about three weeks ago before leaving to come home. It is being housed at a brothers house until we get there at the end of the year. And yap, she fully expects me to plow the field walking behind the burro……oh how I look forward to that (he said, tongue in cheek) Great pictures, it looks like you’ll be having a great harvest for all your hard work.
Oh, Chef, how I look forward to seeing pictures of your following that burro as you plow the field! 🙂 Be sure to arm your lovely wife with the camera, on that day!