The Shipshe Trip

 Shipshe being the dialectual shortening of Shipshewana, the town in Indiana not far from the Michigan/Indiana border known for it's Amish community.  In the past 10 or so years, I and one or both of my daughters plus a granddaughter or two, have done an overnight trip to there annually or biennially for some time away from home, men, and general life responsibilities.  

We always stay at the same hotel, the Farmstead Inn, which is typically peaceful and quiet, clean and well run, and provides a hot breakfast along with many choices of cold breakfast if that is your preference.  

Over the years, we've found which places we like to shop at or otherwise just revisit, which places we like to dine at, and have developed a routine for our trip.  It's always a summer trip, being that it's hard for DD1, a teacher, to get away during the school year.  Also, the flea market in Shipshewana is open Tuesdays and Wednesdays from Memorial Day to Labor Day.

Initially, the flea market was our main destination.  However, in recent years, we spend less and less time at the flea market (which seems to have become less of a handmade/Amish made market and more of the types of goods you'd find at pretty much any flea market anywhere in the US).  Our main targets are 

• the Davis Mercantile with Lolly's Fabrics, Simple Sounds (a music store with instruments and sheet music and all things instrumental), a candy store, a puzzle/toy store, and random other stores (typically we skip most of the random others); 
• Yoder's Hardware and Yoder's Department Store; 
• The Redbud Coffee and Tea Cafe in the Red Barn (very delicious tea blends including my favorite--those with no leaves!  since I don't like traditional tea, only floral/fruit ones); 
• Yoder's Meat and Cheese Co, 
• and of course the grocery store E&S Sales.

There are lots and lots of other shops and attractions in Shipshewana, but the ones I listed are on our 'Must See' list and are places we go to every time.  After this most recent trip, however, I'm wondering if in the future we need to extend our trip by a day in order to have more time to explore more of what's there (most shops are open only until 5:00 p.m.), or if perhaps I need to maybe do a separate trip without the group. . . I'd love to take a 'just me and DH' trip to Shipshe, but I don't think he'd enjoy it quite as much as I do.  For one thing, I'm fairly sure the hotel doesn't allow alcohol, which is fine with me (and one reason I love staying there), but is a hard thing for him to find enjoyable on a 'vacation'.

Anyway, we got to Shipshewana around 1:00, which gave us time to hit the Davis Mercantile first, and not have to rush through Lolly's.  Lolly's always takes time, partly because the sheer size of the store and their offerings, and partly because they have a boat which is always overflowing with fat quarters.  Looking through the boat can easily take more than an hour.  

As soon as we walked through the door, Faline went right to the boat and quite literally dove in.

Once we convinced her that being in the boat wasn't allowed, she found a shopping basket and proceeded to put all the fat quarters with fabrics she liked into the basket.  According to her, her Barbies were in need of pillows and blankets made with fabrics that featured bananas, hot dogs, flowers, stripes, fish, and more.  DD1 talked her down to just two or three of the fat quarters she had chosen.

My personal mission at Lolly's was to get fabric for two flannel nightgowns: one for Faline (she'd called me two weeks before to ask me to sew her a new nightgown because the one I had sewed her previously had 'suddenly' gotten too small) and one for K3 (if she should want one; she did.)  I let each girl pick the fabric for their own nightgown and had it cut to the length needed before I allowed myself to figuratively dive into the boat and look at fat quarters. Of which, I very responsibly limited myself to two.

A thunderstorm blew up unexpectedly, and we got drenched going from the Mercantile to where we'd parked.  Our original plan for this trip had included a swim in the hotel pool after Davis Mercantile and before going out to dinner.  With our wet clothes and hair, we all were chilled and decided to just hang out in our room for a bit after checking in, and move the swim to after dinner.  There was some bored shenanigans from Faline (it's tough being 4 years old and having to wait for the grown ups), but overall she was pretty good with waiting and hung out on one of the beds with K3 watching a video on K3's phone.

After a good dinner from the buffet at the Blue Gate Restaurant, the girls did finally get to go swimming.  We all went to the hotel's indoor pool and swam, played in the water, and relaxed in the hot tub for well over an hour.  The only picture I took was at the end, when Faline and K3 were putting their wet towels into the bin for housekeeping to launder.  The whole trip, Faline was totally hero worshipping her older cousin, and thankfully K3 was willing to go along with being the cool chosen one.

A new tradition we started on our last trip, in 2023, is to hit the breakfast area beside the pool area after we finish swimming.  There is ice water and hot water available there 24/7 (as far as we can tell, we've never checked after 9 p.m. or before 6 a.m.), as well as tea bags, instant coffee, and hot chocolate packets.  I didn't believe it until I tried it for myself, but a cup of hot chocolate after swimming on a summer evening is actually really good.  Rather than making you feel too hot, it's just kind of cozy.  Maybe if you don't have long, wet hair your experience might be different.  But for all us chicks with long tresses, a good cup of hot chocolate post swimming pool is enjoyable.

The next morning, while sitting in the breakfast area savoring our hot breakfast (egg burritos, biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs, sausage. . .), Faline commented that there was a playground outside and that she'd never gotten to play on it before.  Indeed, out the large windows of the breakfast area, you could see a nice playground belonging to the hotel.  And, indeed, on previous trips, Faline (or K3) had not had the opportunity to play there.  So I asked, since both she and I were done with our breakfasts, if she wanted to go back to the room with me so I could finish packing up my stuff, and then I would take her to the playground to wait for the rest of our group to be done eating and packing.  Of course she said yes!

Once out there, she had to try out every slide and swing and the teeter-totter (yes, this grandma attempted to teeter-totter with someone about 1/2 my height and roughly 1/4 my weight; it was hard on the knees, LOL).  I was amazed, after the first big push I gave her on the first swing, to see her keep the momentum going by pumping her legs.  Apparently pumping is a newly acquired skill for her.

Once we checked out of the hotel, we began our shopping excursion at E&S Sales.  In addition to great fresh baked goods (Whoopie Pies, anyone?), they have lots of scratch and dent, close dated, and bulk food items.  I typically stock up on some bulk spices I can't find around home in bulk (such as bay leaves for soups, marinades and canning dill pickles), as well as random candy (typically chocolate, plus a bag of Bit-o-Honey for DH).

The food purchases, mostly from E&S, but meat and cheese from Yoder's

Next stop on our planned route (which, after E&S, had us making all right turns onto and off of the main road through town until, at the last, we had to turn left to get into the Yoder's Shopping Center for the hardware and department stores ), was the flea market.  Splitting into three groups for most of that part of the morning, I think we made it through the 40ish acres of flea market in record time: about 1 1/2 hours!  Like I mentioned before, a lot of the flea market has become things you can find at just about any flea market, so we cruised right on past many, many booths without stopping to look individually at their items.  I did pick up a few things, as shown in the photo below.

Rubberized gardening gloves for weeding in dewy/wet conditions,

teal blue duct tape for using in the barn (because it doesn't have to be gray or black),

a leaping deer cast iron bottle opener for DH (only $2!!)

After the flea market, we went to the Auction House restaurant for a yummy lunch.  I think they've changed hands again since we were there in 2023, or at least, their menu has changed.  The food was still good, but with the exception of their traditional included side dish of applesauce, coleslaw or cottage cheese with every meal, and the selection of pies for dessert, not much of the menu of stereotypical Amish foods (like the awesome chicken and noodles) from the previous ownership (2020 and prior) remains.  I was a little bummed out that it had a lot of typical burger/sandwich fare with french fries these days.  The BBQ pulled pork sandwich I had was good, but it wasn't those chicken noodles I'd been dreaming of when planning the trip.

More shopping ensued after lunch. Due to where at the flea market we'd parked, Yoder's Red Barn Shoppes and Yoder's Meat and Cheese Co were on our way from the restaurant to our truck, so we walked and stopped at each.  The meat and cheese store has delicious offerings; their smoked gouda is a family favorite. In fact, Honorary Son had asked DD1 to bring home 5 pounds of it!  

Once finished up there, we packed our meat and cheeses into our cooler, tucked everything else into the bed of the truck, and drove to our last stop: Yoder's Shopping Center.  I love looking at fabric in the Department store, but I also love going to the Hardware.  Before I left home, DH asked what I could possibly want from that hardware store that I couldn't get from any of the hardwares near home.  I then had explained that they have way more than nuts and bolts and tools and hoses.  They have beekeeping and syrup making and wine making and canning and baking supplies, as well as tons of off-grid living type stuff, livestock supplies and even puzzles and toys for kids.

I treated myself to, from the Hardware, 

• a new large frosting spreader (my other one having gotten loaned out a handful of years ago and never returned), 
• a French style rolling pin (something I've been considering for a number of years), 
• a new clothespin bag to replace one I'd sewn many years ago that is on it's last legs and I doubt I'll have time this summer to whip up a new one, 
• two nice dish cloths (Rada, I believe; they sell Rada there) with pale green stripes.  Because, while I have, and love, my other Rada dishcloths, none of them have green! (Green being my all time absolute favorite color.)
• a pie crust decorative cutter, which is something I'd never heard of before but was instantly enamored with.  I don't typically make two-crust pies, now I guess I'm going to have to make them more often so I can use my fancy cutter.  I mean, look at that super cool crust on the label!

At the Department store, I reined myself in.  Before leaving home, I'd sternly told myself that other than flannel for granddaughters' nightgowns, I don't need more fabric.  *Sigh*  But there's so much lovely fabric in Shipshewana. . .  So I only allowed myself a few remnants (1/3yd each), two fat quarters, and a 2 1/2 yard piece of bubble gum pink cotton that I intend to sew Faline a surprise summer weight nightgown with.  I did good.  It hurt to leave so much loveliness behind, but I controlled myself.

Flannels and flannel fat quarters and a hot pad pattern from Lolly's,

pink cotton, remnants, thread and fat quarters from Yoder's Department Store.

It was a good trip.  Both in fellowship with my daughters and granddaughters, and in the items on my lists that I managed to bring home with me.  I really would like to go back and check out some of the places I've never been that we just didn't have time for.  Although I think I need to do a whole lot of sewing first, and use up at least a double digit percentage of my fabric stash.  Because I'm not sure I can be so good a second time at not buying all the pretty fabric.  =0)

I Thought I Was SOL on Broiler Chickens This Year

 When I looked, back in early March, at the website for the hatchery I've almost always ordered my chicks from, it said they were totally sold out of broiler chickens (and fryer chickens, and any other chicken hefty enough to be for dinner) for the 2025 season.  OH NO!

Trying not to panic, I looked at the website for a hatchery I've ordered from once before, a few years ago.  Same deal.  UH-OH!  Now I was starting to panic.

Looking at the websites of every hatchery I'd ever heard of, and some I'd never heard of (desperation Googling at that point), the likelihood of me raising some meat chickens this year was looking very, very grim.  Maybe I could get lucky and find some broiler chicks at one of the farm stores within a 30-40 mile radius of this little place here.

Meanwhile, I decided to try to ration the chicken that was left in the freezer from last year's crop and hope for the best.  

Well, all Spring I've been checking for chicks at the farm stores.  Limited breeds of laying pullets, but zero meat type chicks at any of them any time I checked (or asked about the coming week's chick delivery).  My hopes of finding broiler chicks pretty much hit rock bottom.

At the end of May, looking in the freezer and recounting what packages of what chicken parts I have, I knew that strategy would not get us through until Summer 2026 without having to buy chicken from the grocery store.  Which, after doing that over a decade ago, I knew without a doubt I did not want to be reliant on grocery store chicken.  It's just not the same as homegrown chicken; not the same flavor, not the same texture. 

In early June, I happened to get an email from that one hatchery I'd once ordered from.  In their email, they stated that they currently were having overhatches and that as long as I wasn't picky about the date my chicks arrived (maybe as early as three days from the date I was reading the email!!) I could put in an order for broiler chicks and get on a waiting list, as it were.

Which got me curious if the availability status for broiler chicks had changed at my preferred hatchery, too.  So I got online and looked.  And, hallelujah!!!! They had Cornish Rock cross chicks available for limited dates, the first of which was the next week!  

Quickly, I added the quantity I wanted to my cart, threw in a few Rhode Island Red pullet chicks, and hit submit before the hatch was sold out.  There was a slight possibility that they would arrive before I got home from the Shipshewana trip that DD1, DD2, K3, Faline and I were going on, but, based on previous experience with shipping times via USPS, I figured I was safe to order for the first available hatch.

Just in case, and because I figured I'd be really tired when I got home from that Girl's Trip to Shipshe, I got the brooder out and set up before we left.

Well, guess what!  When we arrived at our hotel in Shipshewana, I checked my email and saw that my chicks had shipped from the hatchery in Iowa while we were driving the 2+ hours from home.  No big deal, as they have, many times, spent a whole 24 hours sitting in Minneapolis awaiting their flight to Detroit.  We'd definitely be home before the chicks hit the local post office.

The next morning, right before we checked out of our hotel and were ready to begin our adventures for the day, I checked the tracking and saw that my birds hadn't gone through Minneapolis this time, but had made Indianapolis in the night and were currently on their way to Detroit.  Hmm.  But should still be fine; I mean, the hub in Detroit wouldn't get them until afternoon, which meant they wouldn't be arriving my way until the following morning. 

Just after  3 p.m., literally 5 miles out of Shipshewana, on our way home (ETA for us: definitely after 5:15 p.m. even if we didn't need any potty stops) my phone rang.  It was the post office near this little place here.  They had my chicks and wanted to let me know so  I could pick them up before the post office closed at 5:00.  They did not want to hold onto them overnight.

UH-OH!

I explained my situation and asked if I had to pick them up myself or if I could send someone for me.  Apparently they would be happy to hand my box of chicks to anyone who showed up and knew they were there.  So then I tried to call DH, but he didn't answer.  Not knowing if he was working from home that day or working in office (which he usually does that day of the week),.now I wasn't sure who to call to run and get my chicks.

DD1 said that Honorary Son was working in the vicinity of that post office that afternoon (he does IT) and that he was scheduled to be done at 4:00, did I want her to see if he would be willing to do the pick up?

Which is how Honorary Son got a message that said "Go to (City) Post Office after work and pick up chicks".  Taken out of context, that is a very strange message to get from your wife.  Rightly so, he was confused and called for clarification.  Once DD1 explained it was a box of day old chickens that was in need of transportation to my house, Honorary Son was happy (I think) to stop by the post office, get them, and drop them off in my house on his way home.

Once we got there, an hour or so after Honorary Son had done the package drop, I plugged in the brooder light, filled the feeders and waterers, and with Faline and K3's help, unpacked the 16 broiler chicks, 4 Rhode Island Red chicks and the one 'free' cockerel chick.  They all seemed to be energetic and healthy, none the worse the wear for their travels.

I think I owe Honorary Son a roast chicken dinner, with all the fixings, in about 7 weeks after these guys go to the processor.

Lucky Days

 In March, Surprise called and asked if I might be able to babysit Lucky for her one or two days a week this Spring and maybe Summer so that she could resume taking  college classes (she had gone back to school to finish her bachelor's just prior to finding out she and DS2 were expecting Lucky).  Knowing how busy that time of year is with working horses and with gardening among all the normal day to day home stuff, I told her we could try one afternoon a week if Lucky came to me rather than me driving to their home.

We settled on Tuesdays from 1-5 p.m., and started on the third week of March, when Surprise was going to register for Summer classes.  With the exception of two Tuesdays that I all ready had other things on my calendar (a farrier appointment and Spring Break trip with K3 and Toad), Lucky and I have been hanging out together for over two months now.

What was originally supposed to give Surprise time to either do school work or catch up on housework while I watched Lucky never really happened that way.  Turned out that Surprise only signed up for one class for Summer semester, and that it was a expedited course (only 6 weeks? if I remember right) and that it didn't have a rigid schedule on when she had to be online working on it.  Plus, she decided that rather than drop Lucky off to me and leave, she would just hop on our wifi at this little place here and work from my dining room table.  Which actually ended up about 30-60 minutes of working and the rest wanting to talk to me. For four hours every Tuesday during a time that just gets busier and busier for me.

Now, I'm really glad for these days of spending time with Lucky as he went from newborn into a little human who tries to initiate contact with people and interact with them.  But, I have a ton of work to do in this season, mostly outdoor and therefore dependent on weather (use all the good weather days we get!) and not things I can do in the house or with a still very small person in tow/in my arms.  So, this week was the last Tuesday for a while that Lucky and I hung out together.  I had to make the decision to tell Surprise that now that her class has finished, I need to not babysit for at least the next month, possibly the rest of the summer.

Lucky is now four months old, over 27" long, 13 pounds heavy, rolls, drools everywhere, cutting teeth all ready, has great head control and core strength, and loves looking at things, including books.

He also appears to have the widow's peak hairline that is prevalent on my side of the family.

His newest book I found just last weekend at a garage sale.  For only 50 cents, I couldn't resist!  This book is part of a series of science based board books.  Being that our whole family are kind of science geeks, and both DH and DS2 are engineers, and therefore everybody kind of expects Lucky to have scientific leanings, how could I not buy this book for him?

Life's Too Short

A random collection of thoughts for a Friday:

Life's too short. . .

•  to wear uncomfortable underwear.  In recent years, I've slowly been switching both DH and my undergarments to more pricier brands than we've worn the 50+ years we've been out of diapers.  Shopping for comfort, not price, makes a world of difference in the underwear-wearing experience!

• to not have music while you work.  I've been looking, for almost a year now, for a radio to put in my barn so that I might have music while I'm doing chores out there.  Being that I don't subscribe to or stream music, my target is just a good old plug-into-the-wall AM/FM radio.  Finding one proved to be way harder than I thought it would be.  Most non-streaming type radios that I found for sale ran on batteries.  Now, anything that lives in the barn aisle, like my radio is intended to, is going to get dang cold in the winter months.  And we all know (at least, I think it's common knowledge) that cold drains batteries faster, even when not in use.  So I didn't want anything that was only battery powered.  I needed a grid-tied radio!  Last week, I finally found one on a chance trip to the local Goodwill.  For only $7.29 plus tax, I now have an old-school radio that plugs into the wall and doesn't stream a dang thing, LOL.  Bonus, it has a CD player!  I gave it a test run out in DH's shop while painting some more ceiling boards for the tack room on the day I bought it.

• to not have fun with work.  DH's sister and brother-in-law recently had an old, large hard maple tree cut down next to their house.  They offered us the trunk and large branch pieces for firewood.  DH went and got them on Saturday.  Big and heavy, they required use of the tractor to remove from the trailer he'd hauled them home on.  DH operated the tractor (and forks) while I was in charge of wrapping the strap around them and hooking each end of it to the tractor forks.  I also snuck in a few pictures while we worked.

• to not bring flowers into your house.  I have irises blooming all over the place currently.  Some were so heavy that the stalks were falling over.  Those, I cut and brought into the house.  Now my kitchen smells like root beer, yum!

• to not take time off now and then. My daughters and granddaughters and I are heading off to Shipshewana for a day and a half next week.  We're all looking forward to it; the granddaughters mostly excited about swimming in the very nice pool at the place we stay when we go to Shipshe and eating at the buffet at the Blue Gate, the adults have our shopping lists ready (birthday and Christmas gift buying ideas as well as household goods and a can't miss trip to E&S for groceries) plus are just savoring the thought of not needing to take care of our homes for a bit.

Can We Please NOT With All The Soy?!?

 Soy.  It has somehow, in the last decade or so, taken over every food product in the store and at restaurants. Or so it seems.

Which isn't a terrible thing, unless your body, like mine, has strong opinions about soy in the things it ingests. Years ago, I discovered, quite unintentionally, that my body doesn't like interesterified soybean oil. Like, really, really doesn't like. As in, almost immediate stomach cramping and purging of all intestinal contents. Not fun.

So, I tried to avoid that particular formation of soy in my food.  Problem solved.

Except, to a lesser immediately violent extent, a couple of years later, on a hiking trip vacation, I discovered that my body also does not like isolated soy protein. UGH.  Add isolated soy protein to the Do Not Eat list.

Try finding a protein bar, or even a granola bar, without that.  Try hiking for half a day (or more) without a convenient to pack, non-temperature sensitive, source of protein like a protein bar.  Luckily in 2024 I discovered Aloha protein bars, which are both palatable, and do not get their protein from soy! Hallelujah! Highly recommend!

Unfortunately, my body's dislike of soy has gotten worse as soy has crept into more and more food items. Regular soybean oil (not just interesterified), soy lecithin (waah, even in the chocolate chips I make cookies with, not to mention pretty much every brand of ice cream under the sun and tons of baked goods, dairy products, etc.), plain old soy protein (not just isolated) all cause a measurable gut reaction. Every single time.

Even my for many years belovedly safe hot dogs from the local meat market now contain smallish amounts of soy.  So supposedly small it's almost the last ingredient listed on the package, but it's enough to make the early morning hours of the day after eating a 'safe' hot dog be requiring frequent trips to the bathroom.  That is no way to live a productive or enjoyable life!

It's so frustrating! Soy is increasingly difficult to keep out of my own kitchen. Trying to eat out (without unpleasant gut issues later) is getting practically impossible.

Now, I know that there's probably medications my doctor could prescribe to 'calm down' my intestines' reactions to soy.  But why should adding chemicals to my gut to lessen it's natural processes be the number one answer?  Why not just take all the (expletive deletive) soy out off all the foods it's been added to in the last two decades? I mean, the same food existed pre-soy craze, why can't it go back to that?

(Truthfully, I know that it's because soy has become the cheaper alternative to those other ingredients, but come on. . . it's so not good for more people than just myself.)

Can we please, please, please, NOT with all the soy?!?

Make My Horse Life Easier Tip #3

 Trough divers.  Horses that so love to splash and play in water that they will put their front legs into their water trough and paw, splashing water up all over themselves (and the ground).

This doesn't sound too terrible, does it?  I mean, especially in summer, it can be refreshing to splash water onto themself.

Except. . .

• by putting their feet into the trough, they are dirtying the water in it
• the risk of serious injury exists anytime they stick their legs into somewhere legs weren't intended to go
• splashing the water all over makes the trough need to be refilled sooner
• if the water level in the trough is low enough, they can tip the trough over and then there's no water to drink 
• the chance of cracking the trough, causing a (nearly impossible to fix) leak is greatly increased

The Poetess loves to trough dive.  I'm not sure if this habit is something she's had for a while, or was discovered when she came to Michigan and had a water trough rather than an automatic waterer/horse drinker in her turnout.  

Last year, I yelled at her anytime I caught her with her legs in the trough.  Heck, even hearing the distinctive sound of water splashing in the pasture while I was in the barn cleaning stalls would cause me to shout "Poetess!!  Quit! Get out of the trough!".  And she would, until I wasn't around/she didn't think I was around and then she'd start up again.  A couple of times I came home from running errands late on a hot afternoon to find the trough tipped on it's side, totally empty.  Not good.

Over the winter, I did a little research.  There's no way I was going to install automatic waterers in my pastures, so I needed to find a safe, economical, effective way to keep Poetess from playing in the water trough when the weather warmed up again.  If you google the subject, there's tons of different suggestions.

What I chose to try, and so far is a rousing success, is actually a very simple thing.  I put my water trough up on blocks.  We have lots of unused cinder blocks around this little place here, so DH grabbed four off the stack of blocks, and we made a platform to set the water trough on in the pasture Poetess and the LBM were currently turned out in.  Easy peasy.  And free.

But would it work?  Was a simple raising of the tank by the height of a cinder block on it's side (8") enough to keep Poetess from being able to put her feet in the trough?  And, more importantly, would the horses be willing to drink out of a raised trough?

Yes.

Yes.  

And, yes!

It works!  She tried a few times, found it uncomfortable to get her feet up above the rim of the trough, and has kept her feet out of the trough.  She has no qualms about drinking out of the trough at that height.  And, the one I most worried about being turned off by the increased height, the several hands shorter LBM, also has no issues with drinking from the raised trough.

Faces only, no feet!

A Gardening Weekend

 Saturday, I spent several hours in the garden.  The weather nice, low 60's and not very windy, and the sun actually came out!  It was the most sun we'd seen all week (which probably explains how I totally forgot to put on sunscreen and ended up with a sunburnt face).

After days and days of rain, I wanted to take advantage of the dry weather to get my tomato and pepper seedlings planted.  They'd been living outside for two weeks, so were adequately hardened off.  I did worry that the wet soil of the garden might not be ideal yet for transplanting into, but on the other hand, the small containers the seedlings were in were also saturated with rain, so I figured that it was probably a six of one half dozen of the other situation.  Hopefully the ground would drain better than the containers were, and the plants wouldn't shock too badly with transplanting.

At the end of the day, I had 50 tomato plants and 45 peppers in nice neat rows in the garden.  Fingers crossed that they grow and thrive this year.  The last two years were a bust garden-wise, so I'm really hoping that this year makes up for the two bad years.  DH is dreaming of lots and lots of homemade salsa, both fresh and canned.

Salsa of course also requires onions and garlic, both of which are also growing in my garden.  The garlic--five varieties--was planted last fall, all from cloves that I had grown in 2024.  In fact, one variety I've been growing since 2010? ish, from some garlic that I had bought from an online homesteading friend.

Great looking garlic for this year.

The onions are starts that I buy every year from Dixondale Farms.  I've lost count of how many years I've been buying my onion starts from them; they are a great company with a reliable product and awesome service.

200+ baby onion plants.

On Sunday, I was back in the garden again, with lots of sunscreen this time, planting cucumbers and dill (between the cucumber hills).  Interplanting the dill and cukes is something new I'm trying for this year.  No pictures of that because, well, it just looks like mounds of dirt every 4 feet with the mounds staggered every other row so I can still plant rows 3-foot on center apart from each other.  Trying to keep all that 'empty' space in the cucumber section from growing up in weeds until the cucumbers get to the vining stage is always such a pain (and nigh on impossible) that I always cheat the spacing a bit.

I did, however, take some pictures of some of my iris that are currently blooming.  I don't know the names of either variety; they were both given to me free by people I know/someone my Mom knows.

This variety I've had since 2004, when a family from church bought a new house that had iris all around the foundation of the detached garage.  They didn't want the plants, so gave me all I cared to dig up.

This variety is newer to me; someone my Mom knows was dividing hers in 2021 and gave my Mom bags and bags of them.  Mom planted what she had room for at her house and then gave me the rest.