Today our county has 296 positive Covid-19 cases and 16 deaths. The number of people tested has gone up by more than 1000, but they’ll have to do better than that. A map of the county shows that our zip code has no cases, so that’s good news, but Battle Ground, where we have to go to do our errands, is one of the county hot spots. I noticed posts on Facebook today about people in Yacolt protesting the shut-down orders and apparently trying to work through the mayor to have them removed in Yacolt. However, the people pushing for that don’t seem to realize that just because we have no known cases doesn’t mean we don’t have any cases.
Over the last week, I have continued to work on my novel of short stories. I have added more links between the stories, and now I am working on a seventh story. As the novel moves further back into the past, I feel less confident of my stories, particularly as there is not much information online about the places and people I am writing about. I have had to decide to write it up and do more research after I can get around to some historical societies when this is all over.
On Friday, I got worried about finding vegetable starts, which I had been fruitlessly looking for online, so Wayne and I drove down to the farm store, with Luke in the back. The store had vegetable starts, but compared to previous years, they had almost no inventory. So, I am not going to be able to try growing Siberian tomatoes this year. Maybe next year early in the season I will order them. I did find a couple of early tomatoes, one called Glacier and the other something else suggesting the frigid.
I have a plan for my tomatoes this year. The problem with my garden is that even though I put it in the spot up by the house that gets the most sunshine, it still only gets a few hours a day. The sun comes over the trees in that area about noon or maybe a little before, and then it is down behind the trees on the other side by mid-afternoon. The trees have gotten higher, of course, so that we get even less sunlight than when we planted the first year. And, my husband and niece didn’t put it where I wanted it, exactly in the middle of that space so that it could get the most sunlight possible. That was for two reasons. One was that there was already a sort of patio-like area of somewhat wobbly cement blocks that they decided to put it on, and that area was positioned more to the west than the center of this little yard. The other was that my husband had the propane company put his stupid big propane tank right where I wanted my garden. He could have put it anywhere in that yard, including right next to the driveway, but no. My husband was fully aware of where I wanted to put my garden, since we had discussed it several times, but the propane tank is now literally right where I intended it to go. I should have known not to be away from home when Wayne has a service person coming out, because other things like that have happened. (I also guess I’m not the first woman who thinks her husband never listens to a thing she says.)
Two years ago, I had a huge bunch of tomatoes appear right when it started frosting, so they all got frozen when they were green. Last year to get around that, I planted my tomatoes in big pots, but then right when I was finally getting some ripe ones, a bunny came and chewed big chunks out of each one.
So, my plan is for mobile tomatoes. I have ordered a garden wagon, and I am planting my tomatoes in big pots, the size for small trees, and planning to roll them around to the deck in the morning, where they will get a good six hours of sunlight before the sun goes to the other side of the house, and then I will roll them to the back yard. Even if I keep them on the deck most of the time, they’ll get more sunlight than they do now. We’ll see if that makes a difference. My niece has lots more sunlight than I do, and she has had to put in a greenhouse in order to grow tomatoes. Since I think fresh tomatoes are about the best thing there is, I have been disappointed with my harvest so far. In Austin, they were about the only thing I could grow because of the heat.
I was going to repot them Monday, when it was very nice, but the forecast for Tuesday was also very nice, so I procrastinated and worked on my latest short story instead. Then, in one day, the forecast changed from lots of sun for the next few days to rain, cold, and clouds. I have been debating how much I want to go out in the drizzle and pot my tomatoes. After all, if it’s raining, they’ll do better in their small pots than they would in the sun. And my wagon won’t arrive until next week, so I won’t be able to move them.
I did go ahead and plant all the rest of my starts while the weather was nice. I decided to stick with plants that have worked well for me even if they take up a lot of room, so besides the lettuce and some beans, I planted the sugar snap peas again and cabbages. Supposedly my asparagus should come up from last year, although I am worried that it is dead, because I thought it should already be coming up. When I added dirt to the garden this year, the old asparagus plants looked dead. So, maybe I’ve killed my asparagus and will have to start all over next year.
Lukey and I have continued to take walks without a leash, which is very freeing. We can just decide to go for one without any planning. Many times I have been out with him in the orchard and decided a walk would be nice but was too lazy to go back and get his leash. I may have to start carrying cheese with me for a while again, though, because on Monday I wanted to walk down to Katrina’s house and pick up some big pots, but Luke still refuses to walk down the road in that direction, once we’re at the intersection of our three roads. He will go down towards Maja’s house, the opposite way, but not towards Katrina’s. In fact, going toward Maja’s was what we were doing this weekend when we encountered Maja and the little girl who is living in Maja’s barn apartment with her parents. It has been nice for Maja that they moved in, because now that we are all isolated, she has a ready-made family. Even before the isolation, they were all eating meals together and the little girl spent time playing in her house. Maja has tended to give that apartment out to people in exchange for work around her house, but it was not until these people moved in that anyone actually did much work around her house, at least not since I’ve been here. Mostly, the previous tenant just used up her firewood.
Anyway, we took a walk with Maja and the little girl (also named Maja) up to the mailboxes and back. It was nice to see her. When I encountered her before, she said she would text me if she was going again, but she has not, so I assume she usually goes with her little family.
That makes me think how sorry I feel now for people who live entirely alone. That was one reason I bopped by Christine’s house briefly last week, but I haven’t done that often because I don’t want to take any chances with her health.
And speaking of that, another single friend from Houston, Mary Elaine, arranged a Zoom meeting for a bunch of us on Sunday afternoon. I was reflecting that, although I had seen almost all of them more recently—the most recently Mary Elaine, who came out to visit us the year before last—we had not all been together for about 20 years, when we all went on a weekend trip together to Port Aransas during a bird-watching weekend. On that trip, Rosanne and Bob went to a bird-watching festival while the rest of us took a cruise out to look at whooping cranes. It was a fun weekend.
Everyone who took part in the Zoom meeting lives in Texas but us, and I met all of the women while working at the same company. I worked with Mary Elaine and Rosanne in Houston, and then that company transferred me to Austin, where I worked with K. C.
Anyway, everyone is well, although some are suffering from a fair amount of boredom. I have not been bored yet. In fact, I was wondering today whether I should actually paint a picture like I’ve been planning to, or just concentrate on my novel.
Speaking of friends, though, I am very worried about my best friend, Claire, whom I have known since college. She lives in Springfield, Illinois, and she thinks she has the virus. If she does, it is a mild case so far, and I hope it stays that way, although it is also hard to tell if it is the virus or the flu. She spoke to a nurse on Monday, who told her to keep doing what she is doing and she’ll check back with her in a few days. She says she has only been out of the house three times since this all started, so let’s hope she doesn’t have it. I have been out of the house far more times than that.
Wayne, by the way, decided a long time ago that he was well, but I heard him tell a family member that he thinks he had a mild case a few weeks ago. Oh, brother!
I took some pictures to show that spring is finally arriving here. All we have had up until now is some daffodils and crocuses, but my cherry trees are finally in bloom, and my apple trees shouldn’t be very far behind. I took a picture of the tree that is farthest along, but somehow it always looks more impressive in person than it does in a photo.
If you have still retained the title of this post in your memory, you might be wondering about it. Well, I have been keeping an eye on the ducks. I have actually seen them a lot more often than I have seen ducks in our pond in previous years. I thought I saw ducklings a few weeks ago, but when you realize that I am usually looking at them from the kitchen, down a hill to a brown pond with brown ducks, you will understand that I wasn’t sure. I just thought that I twice saw little brown things in the water next to the parents. But here is the odd thing. The other day, I distinctly saw two males and a female swimming around in the pond in apparent amity. A few weeks ago, I saw what looked like some ducks chasing other ducks away, fully five ducks flew up in the air at that point. But the male wasn’t chasing this male away. I know that eagle pairs will sometimes have a year-old eaglet still with them when they migrate down to Texas for the winter, but I wasn’t aware of any such situation with a duck. So, that is what I am wondering about with my title. Could this other male duck be their progeny from last year? What other situation would end up with two males and a female hanging out together? It’s true that since that day I haven’t seen the second male again, just the male and female pair, but since our pond is surrounded by trees, I can only see them well when they come right out into the open.
And speaking of wildlife, the other day for the very first time I saw chipmunks in our garden. I know that they live in this area, and I have seen them other places, but not at our house. I like that, because we had chipmunks in Michigan but not in Texas, so it’s a long time since I saw the little guys running around by my house.
Wayne is in a rodent war with at least one very fat squirrel. He’s not trying to keep him out of the bird feeder of our three feeders that he can get into, the one with no safeguards. He instead is trying to keep him from raiding the suet holder and removing the entire suet block from it, then running off with it. Just last week, he announced to me that he had wired it so that the squirrel couldn’t possibly get in (and neither could I, so the suet feeder in front has devolved to being his responsibility). However, the squirrel is apparently more deft than I am, because the other day I saw him sitting on the ground with that big block of suet eating it, and then he picked it up and ran off into the woods with it. That squirrel is really fat, which certainly is explained if he has been eating all our suet blocks by himself for months. The squirrels don’t bother our suet blocks or feeders in the back of the house, for some reason, probably because these ones are such easy pickings!
Hope everyone out there is well and staying safe!