Fowl Mouth: Summer, Summer, what a bummer

The sprinkler was wet as wet could be, the garden dry as dry, you could not see a cloud because no cloud was in the sky. No birds were flying overhead, it was too hot to fly - Farmer Ann (with a little help from Dodgson)

The garden is late this year. Everything is late this year. I should have planted a week ago, but I wasn't ready. So I am in ketchup mode. I made 6 rows up yesterday, 4 up this morning when it was still below 70 degrees and will do the last six tomorrow morning. I transplanted the peppers, which promptly keeled over and died. They can dish out the heat but can't take it. I planted 4 rows of corn, my black soy, my white soy, my pole beans, my cucumbers and transplanted my basil, half of which looked like they had heat stroke this afternoon. It was 88 degrees in the shade with 90 percent humidity since 9 am. We had rain 4 days ago, but you couldn't tell it. I watered the tomatoes this morning and this evening. I'll be damned if I lose even one of the tomatoes.

My great grand chicklets are now one week old. I have two by the daughter of one of my original chickens (the baybay). They are growing so fast and are already testing their wings. I'm hoping for two hens this time. I've got three broody and at least one rogue nest that I am too busy to find so am down to 4 eggs a day.