As usual, a Monday Update

Where did the day go???  Just a few minutes ago, it was lunchtime, now it's 4:30?  What the hell???  *sigh*

And once again, I apologize for the weird chronologicalness (Boy, the spell check would have a hey-day with that one, wouldn't it?) *grin* of this post.  I just bang out these posts sometimes... so you get it as I remember it.

I've been working in the garden.  I finished preparing a big bed for beans, watered, prepared and planted cilantro, parsley and indian corn.  I mended some hoses, and got my sprinkler set up in the perennial garden.

This morning I cleaned house.  It's amazing (and scary) how much dirt gets tracked in during a weekend of gardening.  I swear I could have planted a garden in the kitchen this morning.

And I've still got laundry to fold and dinner to cook.  Then it will be back outside to work until dark.

Yesterday, Alan took a notion to dig rocks out of the area where us girls, in our infinite wisdom, decided NOT to try and plant this year.  It rained so much after all the digging for rocks out there that the soil is like concrete, and still has so much rock, I despair of EVER getting it cleaned up and usable.  (But yeah, I'm stubborn, and I'll keep working on it until it's not only plantable, but glorious)

Alan dug for two hours.  He cleared a spot 4x6 and two feet deep.  He pulled out 9 huge (as in bigger than my ass) sized rocks, and about three wheel barrow loads of smaller rocks.  I sincerely hope it was a bad spot.  

No one asked him to do it.. he just took a notion.  I can thoroughly understand that.  I take notions too.

Christina, Steven, Tristan, Mark and Darbi were all here again.  We worked, be BBQ'd, we played with Tristan.  We drank beer and enjoyed the sunshine.  We went up on the hill and enjoyed the view.  Damn it was wonderful!

Friday and Saturday were much the same.  It's just been fantastic around here.  We have gotten seeds in the ground for artichokes, beets, carrots, dill, leeks, bunching onions, parsnips, and radishes.  We got the rest of the plastic down.  The chicken pen is completely finished, and looks awesome.

Friday evening, Darbi and I were sitting by the spring talking when my hanging chair broke.  No warning of course, just suddenly I was on the ground laughing.   Today I fixed it, and it's back in the alder where it belongs.

The bear was back on Friday night... I found fresh tracks Saturday Am.  But since there was nothing for him to eat (he was looking for the bird feeder) he left and hasn't been back again.  

The baby chicks are all doing fine.  We have only lost one so far.  Not bad for 56 chicks gotten mail order.  And my setting hen has 13 under her again.  She is nothing if not persistent.



On a weird note, we seem to have a new ghost visiting.  Saturday morning, Darbi told us she had woke up in the night to see a young man lying next to her, watching her sleep.  How disconcerting to wake to a strange face so close to yours!  Mark wasn't here that night.. he was at his Dad's.  Darbi took it pretty well.  She just turned on the light and went back to sleep.

Sunday morning Alan had a revelation for us. When we were drinking coffee, he asked me if Darbi had slept with me for awhile.  (He was thinking perhaps the ghost had come back and she had come to sleep with me.  But Marky was here that night, so he really didn't think that through, but hey, he was half asleep) He had fallen asleep in his recliner Saturday evening, so as usual, I went to bed without him.  When he came in later, he felt around to see if I was in his way before climbing in, and discovered another set of legs and feet.  Someone smaller than Marky.  He assumed it was Darbi and went back into the living room and slept in the recliner. 

When his alarm went off at 5AM (and I didn't shut it off) he came in, turned it off, and crawled into bed with me as I was now alone.  So, we've decided this young man, whom Darbi described as having a very old fashioned hair style, is new.  No one has seen a young man before.. just old Mr. Thagon, a young girl, an old woman in a brown dress (who I think is the old school teacher) and a young blond woman (who Marky started to talk to, thinking it was Christina in the kitchen, when she vanished.  Needless to say, that freaked him out a bit)

I told Darbi not to worry.  None of our ghosts have ever done anything alarming.  And this place has way too good of a vibe to harbor bad ghosts.  She agrees.  We decided our young man must be lonely to only sleep with us when we are alone.  But I do find it odd that he has never done this before.... I have spent many, many nights alone here.

I need to do more research on previous owners of this place.  Perhaps I'll find some clues as to our new visitor.  I do love a mystery!