Sunday, May 18, 2014

Springtime in Kentucky



Another weekend has come and gone. Where does the time go? We had a pretty productive weekend, even with the hubby working the nightshift. I planted 2 tomato plants and a zucchini plant, harvested plenty of herbs, baked muffins and a frittata, took plenty of pictures, snuck off to the gym a couple of times, and even braved the warehouse club that is Sam's. The hubby (on top of working, hello!) ran the weed-eater over the whole property and replaced the brakes on our old car. Whew! 

BTW, that's our house in the distance in the above picture. It's taking all my self-control to not harvest this bounty of wildflowers by our house. They would make an amazing flower arrangement on our kitchen counter, but I've been restraining myself. So that everyone can enjoy them :)


Gizmo, mid-air. I was surprised, #1 that the picture turned out, and #2 that it turned out well. He's a warm-weather loving dog.


One of my tomato plants, a starter I got at Lowe's. In true Jessica fashion, I killed all the seeds I planted in early April. Well, I take that back. The hubby bought the wrong kind of soil to plant them in, so couldn't we say he killed all the plants? I think so! Anyhoo, I bought a couple of starters for my beefsteak tomatoes. I've got some lovely blossoms on the plant, the hubby says I should have tomatoes in 5 weeks. Not soon enough!


Say what you want about daisies but I happen to love them. Takes me back to first-grade soccer, totally uninterested in the game, building daisy chains. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure daisy chains were a staple of middle school softball, too. I was older yes, but I played right-field. There weren't any balls getting hit there in middle school girl's softball. Trust me. The daisies kept me from the clutches of right-field boredom. And yes, there's a reason I played right-field ----->world's worst soft ball player.


Still sitting here, obsessed with the purple flowers :)


Birds have once again reclaimed the birdhouse. I haven't seen the birds that are nesting here, this box is in the hubby's aunt and uncle's yard. Last year I caught a glimpse of these birds in late June, so I probably won't catch a peep (hehe, peep) of these birds till later in the season.


These birds showed up about 2 weeks ago and only stayed for a couple of days. I'm left scratching my head as to where they went. I believe these are Rose-Breasted Grosbeaks, which do winter waaay south. My best current guess is these particular birds summer a lot further north. 

*Side note- I just had to google this one. Where I'm located (NE Kentucky), I'm zoned migration-only for the Rose-Breasted Grosbeak. Therefore, I'm feeling pretty lucky that I witnessed them at all since they were literally just passing through.


A particularly sassy bluejay.


This squirrel cracked me up! This is the top of a tall, dead tree on the side of our house. One morning, I watched this critter scurry up there and just sit. This seemed like peculiar behavior to me, as he is just perched out there in the open for any predator to see, but hey, I'm not a squirrel. I enjoyed him nonetheless. 


One critter I did NOT want to see. Snakes give me the creeps! Bleh.


A cute picture I got of the hubby tilling the backyard. He actually drove around the yard singing, "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy". I'm so serious. If anything else, he always makes me laugh :)


Annnnnd, this is what I do while the hubby works. Work on my tan!

I hope everyone had a great weekend. I've got some delicious recipes on store for this week, so stay tuned!

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2 comments:

  1. Yes those are Rose-Breasted Grosbeaks. Such beautiful birds!! I used to see them all the time in the winter at my grandfather's bird feeders. And I love that shot of Gizmo. What perfect timing. Springtime in Kentucky is a beautiful thing :)

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    1. Oh, the spring here is just gorgeous! Oregon springs are relatively cold, so I love, love, love the warm springs here :)

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