Boxcar Willie

Storm clouds have formed over the Santa Monicas. Good time to get Boxcar Willie and Mortgage Lifter into the ground. Each seedling got a good smear of home grown muck to snug them in their bed between rows of pole beans.

While at it, we picked a bowl of sugar snaps and another of greens for the salad. I think I might be able to keep up my composting with the new composter. So far I'm about even though I do run a bit short each planting of the composted straw and chicken manure. When the weather cooperates, I can have a batch ready by the time I clean out the hen house and pen. The barrel holds it all and then some and the composting action starts right up.

Once I get the bamboo grove out, the vegetable garden will almost double and the land is in a good location for year round planting. I thought artichoke plants along the patio border. I could put in corn too but you have to plant a lot of corn to get a good crop of it.

The jihad boys have been very quiet. Mean queen has been very quiet. Too quiet if you ask me. Something is a-foot. Something sinister is brewing in the barracks and the palace of the mean queen. I can feel it, almost taste it. The moon is waxing, becoming stronger and I think it may start the jihad party boys up in a fever pitch of clap-clap songs. The mean queen will want a fresh fat child. I can feel it in my bones.