It’ll hit 81 degreesF this Saturday and my tomatoes will appreciate it but I’ll have to keep a weather eye out because it’s not uncommon to find a hard mid-June frost in my high plains home. I love tomatoes so much and tomatoes love heat,, which I have a scarcity of. I get about 78 days of frost free growing, and in summer we get some heat for sure but it always cools down at night and my tomatoes want for a warmer clime. Cherry tomatoes are my friend as they are sweet and meaty and wonderfully fruitful but a larger slicer is what I crave and unfortunately I haven’t had a store bought tomato that was worth the effort since the summer of ‘83. So I’ll struggle and coax and fiddle and mulch and basically put life on hold to tend to plants that will give me about three weeks of tomato bliss. Is it worth it? I guess so or why wouldn’t I just quit? Perhaps it’s remnant farmer in me that loves to watch the wolf apples grow. That loves to prune and prod and pry life from the soil. Thus far they are healthy and happy and off to a good start.
Contrast that with a pair of House Finches that have set up keeping in a “welcome” wreath on my front door. My bride was home and under the weather and when I popped out to make sure she had what she needed I saw Mr Finch looking through the door window at me and messing with the wreath. Then when I left the house I saw some detritus from the wreath and it was obvious they were building things like they liked em. I lifted the name plackard and sure enough, there was the start of a nest. Over a week she finished the nest and laid a clutch of 5 eggs that she is now sitting and they have effectively closed our front door. She’s been on the nest for a week tomorrow so next Saturday we ought to see if they were successful and I might get my door back by the 2nd week in June. Soft spot for animals I suppose and finches are pretty tidy birds. Beautiful birds too. They make fruit where my poor tomatoes struggle.
At any rate, it’s spring in Idaho and this old fat man is getting in shape for a killer whitewater season. I’ll work on rigging a raft tomorrow. I’m changing the perch for a rower. He’ll be sitting on a new cooler and I need to stretch the frame a little to do it. What a great, grand world we live in and this Idaho spring has me putting the heavier scents away and pulling out the lighter, greener, fruitier stuff. Today was Peaches and Cognac and the scent sure scratched an itch.
Crummy photo but I wanted to let her get back to it quickly. I’ll get a better photo when the eggs hatch