Planning, Planning, Planning

Though I am very busy, I find time to sneak in some planning for future gardens, and future animals to care for when I finally move to the old home place.  We call Mammaw’s for Tom’s mother. It could have been called Mammy’s as well, since she was the one that bought it back when Tom was about five- years-old.  His dad, Big Tommy, was off in the army fighting World War II at the time, so Mammaw moved back home to live with Mammy, her mother, along with Carolyn and Tommy. Mammy died at 92, Mammaw passed away at 89. I remember meeting Tom’s uncle on his father’s side who, at 96, was up in a peach tree trimming it. He had to climb down to talk with us.

The land, with the lot Tom and I bought a few years ago, is a one acre lot in the middle of a small country town of close to 5,000. I checked with the power that be last year and chickens are allowed. The man in charge did suggest that I speak with the neighbors about having chickens, which I did. None seemed to mind.

I got busy and built my first chicken house with the help of family. This year I will add a couple of chicken tractors and add onto the first chicken house. I will need to build some saw horses to help – it is no fun cutting boards using the back steps and a chair.

There is a need for fencing all around the property. Some of it is fenced in differing states of repair. One, I will reinforce in a couple of places. Another just needs fence added to it. My hope is to finally get the whole back yard fenced, one way or another, with divisions for gardens, a dog, and other projects.