Larry the cucumber part 2

Larry has gotten really big. you see, in the world of blog time there is a time vortex so what actually happens is quite different than real time. how ever pitts time is totally different. and when a pitts messes with the time vortex of blogworld and has to stop and check her spelling and grammar? terrible time crunches occur. I try to do as little of that as possibly and when rereading my blog i find the most horrific errors. (sometimes i even click the edit button.)

Back to Larry! here he is on the vine.


I never travel without my diary. One should always have something sensational to read in the train.
The Importance of Being Ernast

Do you prefer a cage or a pole?

Tomatos have not done well this summer. It's the weather. its not sunny enough, or hot this further cripples plants that are not in full sun. I learned how to prune tomatoes earlier at work. Cutting off the leafy parts that are not going to produce fruit. This is so that the energy does not go to useless leaves, rather to help the fruit grow.

I bought the bamboo poles for an exorbant price and i actually with the help of a coecerced sibling (whatelse is new?) managed to uncage the tomatoes, and tie them to the poles. It is a job well done. I'm not a fan of tomato cages, the tomatoes get taller and i find the cage does not support the tomato plant as well as being tied to a pole. tomatoes are one of those plants that can be trelissed and this saves space and prevents other plants from being shaded out.


This is shot from behind the pea trellis and if you look closely you can see a chicken.

Growing Larry

The cucumbers are growing! The cucumbers are growing!
I am the proud cultivator of the asian variety of cucs which are spiky-ish, I prefer English variety which are the common ones. Common to costco anyway. However at this point I am just greatful something decided to grow, and that I got it trellised, and watered, and I haven’t killed it yet. The super small bud, which I have named Larry the cucumber.

Then there were eleven

This past week the chickens were taken to a butchering outfit. My brother and sister who are 13 and 9 accompanied the truck down to the butchering place. All 15 broilers were taken away. Soon we will have the most expensive chicken we have ever eaten. Several weeks ago I asked my sister about the broilers meeting their end, to make sure she knew it was coming (even though we talked about butchering them at least four dinners a week) “so you realize they’re going to die?”
“yes. They’re broilers, not layers.” Thank you Elizabeth, you are a true chicken farmer at age 9.

After they got back from The Meat Shop I was running errends with the kids and I asked them what they thought, “It was SO SAD. We took them away to be murdered! They had no idea, and we hauled them off to be killed.” Adam is a little more sensitive then his counterpart the nine year old, who said “It was pretty cool. They had pens for cows, they just don’t kill chickens. And they kill a lot of people’s chickens.” Rest in peace Tasty White Meat. Until I see you again on the end of my fork!


yeah he's pissed