I grow kale everywhere. Outside in the garden. Outside in the front garden. In the greenhouse (read: ugly hoop house in the front of our yard.) Inside to get a jump on kale starts when the greenhouse is full. It's pretty much an insatiable love for kale chips.
Er.
Kale.
5# of kale. Phase 1: Harvest the kale from the plants. Go for the outermost leaves
and use scissors for easy leaf cutting.
A sweet cousin of Baby Bee's gave him some of her old books, including a fun book about 10 Little Monkeys Jumping on the bed. Pretty much a guaranteed hit.
The goats cleared out almost all the blackberries from their paddock and we are looking at fencing off a second area that is overrun in salmon and blackberries as well.
Of course as they eat away the foliage we get the pleasure of uncovering more yard decor. I haven't figured out just how people dump things on any land--let alone their own. Instead of feeling ownership over our property (well, let's be honest our mortgage company own most of it anyhow), I mostly feel responsibility. Like I should leave it no worse than I receive it--preferably better. I want to nurture it so it continues to give back to me and anyone else who ends up here.
Sometimes things look so neat and tidy until I pull back some of the ground cover and then WHAM!
Lula Mae, Chloe and December had a male visitor last month in hopes of bringing goat babies into the world early this fall. Davinci came and left, but hopefully he left a little of his genetic material behind to become his legacy.
Lula (see later in this post to see how much December looks like her!)