I’m out in the garden, sitting on the glider bench, sweating and typing on the Herban Cowboy’s notebook. It’s 85 degrees and sunny. There are shiny red strawberries fattening in the strawberry patch. The chickens just took an ecstatic dust bath in the dirt behind me. And we’re finally finishing the solar energy experiment we started last week.
In this experiment, Little Boy thinks light colors will absorb more solar energy. We painted one bottle white and one bottle black, put a corresponding color balloon on top of each, and have set them in the sun. The idea is, the color bottle whose balloon expands first is the one that absorbs the most solar energy (the heated air having expanded into the balloon).
So now, while we’re waiting for the sun’s sciency goodness to manifest itself, Little Boy is learning how to herd chickens out of the garden beds, and the Herban Cowboy is moving a bit of chicken wire fencing, expanding the yard our girls have to scratch around in.
As for the rest of the Green Goddess Gardens, the kitchen garden has been mulched, the nasty garden fence taken down, peas growing, sprouts (green beans, radishes, broccoli, lettuce). There’s a lemon cucumber plant and some kind of tomato that the Husband brought home from work, seeds are planted (yellow squash, zucchini, cucumber, basil, parsley).
Spring is so busy. It’s too much work for me. I prefer the forced laziness that the heat of summer brings. But at least the work is fun. And it goes with beer or wine.
And gardening is not all hard work. We forage for wild food and encourage it in our yard. We’ve got yellow dock for soups, chickweed and wood sorrel for salads, and Little Boy and I are both watching the wild blackberry flowers with mouth watering impatience. This year I am resolved to make wild fruit jam. Either blackberry or mulberry. I vow this every spring. I hope this is the year I really do it.
UPDATE: Our solar energy experiment was a dud. Neither balloon expanded. Not sure if bottles were not painted enough, or if we’re just crappy scientists. Either way, I think we’ll just move on to the next one in the book.