May's Garden (2025)

The word to describe this month's garden is "disarray".  It has been one storm right after another.  Everything that has gotten planted between the showers is growing rapidly along with the weeds.

Hubby is continuing to work on putting up the fence around the garden. We didn't anticipate needing to buy fencing supplies during a worldwide, tariff trade war. Finding what we need hasn't been easy. Each store has different parts in stock and the prices have varied widely. 

The boundary line has been moved back and forth due to newly discovered underground boulders. Every dig has brought a new surprise. It has extended the garden and made it larger.

And if all of that wasn't enough, we awoke after a violent storm this week to three huge sagging trees precariously balanced over our driveway blocking us in. Forget any deliveries or friends visiting.

A tree trimming company explained the trees are entwined over the driveway and are pushing against each other. To safely remove them would require each one to be tied to a piece of heavy equipment like a bulldozer to avoid a sling shot motion when cut. It would take a large crew and much equipment. The price to do this was astronomical. 

We decided to let Mother Nature safely drop the trees wherever she wants and whenever she is ready. It will certainly be a surprise and will probably happen at the most inconvenient time. The driveway will be blocked for days, our neighbor's fence under the trees will be destroyed so his cows will pay us another visit. (Our grass is much greener than theirs). Our field fence beside the driveway will be smashed and I expect to have to chase down our horses but, oh well, when has life ever been easy?   

It was quite a bit of hard work but Bill was able to carefully clear the lowest branch so the drive can be used. Tomorrow, after it stops raining, we are getting out for the first time in days and going somewhere, anywhere. Hopefully, we will be able to find some fencing supplies and then, we can get back to the garden. I'm not complaining. Really. Someday when we least expect it, we will have enough firewood fall into our laps to keep us warm for many winters. Well, of course, after we work ourselves half to death sawing it apart. 

Last Month's April Garden (2025)

Last Year's May Garden (2024)