Judging by the Blogger stats for my blog, on normal days I get anywhere from thirty-five to fifty readers. However, just let me entitle a post with something like "Feeling weepy" or "Did anyone miss Cliff" and the numbers double. I'm thinking maybe I'll start using titles like "I found a dead body today" or "Cliff is having an affair" to get my numbers up.
Not really. I figure if, on a low-reader day, there are thirty-five people who take time out of their day to read this gibberish, I am pretty lucky.
It had begun to look like we were in for another year of drought: I dragged out the soaker hoses and had already used them on the early crops, just to get the seedlings to sprout. The weather-guessers kept predicting chances of rain last week, but I have become a doubting thomas, and left the hoses in place. Then we received 1 3/4 inches of blessed rain, and I rolled them all up and put them away. This morning a thunderstorm rolled through and we got another almost-inch.
I've moved the chicks to the cabin: we moved the cattle watering tub out there with them. I put them out to run around the big house during the day when temperatures are above sixty, and at night or on cold days I gather them up and place them in the watering trough, where there's a light to keep them warm... although it isn't a regular heat-lamp bulb. The next three days and nights are going to be really cold; it's getting pretty crowded in that tub, and I think perhaps we had better purchase a regular heat lamp bulb and hang it in a corner of their house, doing away with the tub.
Longtime readers know that I always put out a couple of tomato plants a month earlier than I should, with plans to cover them on cold nights. This year is no different. I have three tomato plants and a pepper plant to cover every evening.