Captivated...

The only things habitual about me are breathing and changing the radio station every 2 minutes. That is, until last night. Last night, a banjo, fiddle, and a guitar stopped my finger dead in its tracks. Clean and fast. No digital effects. I pulled my car into the driveway, turned the car off, but kept the radio on. For 10 minutes I waited to find out who was making this wonderful music. Kentucky Sassafras. I ran into the house and pulled up my trusty itunes. Nothing. Yahoo! search...they have broken up. Enter sadness. The only thing left was an outdated webpage from 2008. I searched wfpk's website. Nothing. It was a special live radio show from one the first broadcasts from Kentucky Homefront. If nothing else, from this I found a spark for Bluegrass music and thinking about sneaking around and learning to play the fiddle. Which, actually is something I've always wanted to do...the violin anyway.

Today I got up, made breakfast, checked ebay for used books on sale, and played in the garden. Its going to be raining off and on for the next few days, so I thought I'd get a few seedlings transplanted...free water is awesome. I broke down and replaced a few of my *rip* roma tomato plants, some broccoli, and a few herbs. My pepper plants are just about ready to go into the ground. I'm pretty happy about that considering the ones I started from seed last year stayed 4" tall all season.

The rest of my day is going to be spent in a knitting class. YAY! I'm learning to knit hats in the round AND using different colors while doing so. I love knitting.

I've been doing a little contacting here and there. I'm trying to get more involved with my neighborhood and possibly helping with a little rejuvenation. Joining the Farmgirls has really helped me focus on making do with what you've got. And making what you've got into what you want. I want a farm. I can make bits and pieces of that happen here. I could be happy with a small urban farm. We'll see...

PRODUCTIVITY

Potatoes...planted
Shallots...planted
Spinach...doing well, thanks for asking

Lots going on these days in the garden. Hubby and I just planted a (sweetheart) cherry tree. I killed every single roma seedling I started. Built some new beds. Waiting on my chickens. What was that last one, you ask? Oh, the one before that one. Yeah. I killed them. Shocked and destroyed. Much like my hopes of canning those bright red ovals of spaghetti sauce happiness. It was a beautiful Spring morning. The romas were sitting innocently in their starter pods. I viciously grabbed some peat pots and potting soil, plopped each delicate seedling, pod-and-all, into the fresh dirt, horrifically watered them, and set them out in the sun to die. That's not exactly how that went down, but the end result was the same. Apparently after I set them outside after transplanting them, it got very windy. I'm guessing it was the equivalent of breaking some one's neck. They are gone. They were so healthy. It breaks my heart. Seriously. Now I have to BUY my seedlings and I'm a cheap-o. I'm really really giving it my best effort to start my plants from seeds. It just isn't working for me all that well. Grrr!