At very long last I’ve finished shelling the bag of Bridges native pecans, which I’d worked on since mid-January. Their tough, thick hulls and high nuts-per-pound count (above 100) made them horribly tedious to do—but now they are done, I have eight pounds of flavorful, high-oil nutmeats from fourteen pounds of nuts. After this I get to go back to the grocery-sack-and-a-half of Burketts and Comanches, and the two grocery sacks full of Mahans, which I saved back because they’re so easy to do.
I need to go buy a bundle of surveyor’s stakes this weekend and work on guying the big pipe trellis so I can finish filling in its post holes, and to rent a tiller to turn some vegetable trash and compost in to part of the garden, and begin to loosen up the horrible black silty clay soil I have, after which it’ll be time to hit the nursery and pick up half a flat of basil bedders to set out in the prepared section, and then to weed in the front beds to get the new weed seedlings that are just coming up.
The rose bush that I transplanted from the north side of the house, where it got no sun and was terribly unhappy, putting out great sprawling runners and breaking out in black spot, has taken hold very nicely in its new south-bed location, right in front of the big trellis, and is putting out new growth all over itself. Soon’s it gets a little better established and I get the trellis stabilized and laced up, it’s gonna be ready to begin training onto the wires.
Wally will leave Cheyenne on Cat Ballou’s horse. Fnord.
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