Red Sky in Morning

We aren’t sailing, should I be worried?

In anticipation of the spring weather dropping 2-3” of moisture over the next two days, I had really wanted to get home last night and get a plot cleared for my flax experiment. At the moment, I’m trying to beat a very persistent rye to the punch. (The rye was sown way back when by the county in effort to remediate disturbed soils and keep our topsoil from blowing to Kansas every spring.)

When I got home from work , I noticed that seemingly overnight, the rye is starting to poke itself upward. Simply raking and hoping for a seed-war crowd-out wouldn’t do if I want any hope of success - I’m going to have to turn the soil. This knowledge, combined with my general time-change exhaustion, meant I had a general talking-to with myself about gardening being an endurance event instead of a sprint and that I’m probably jumping the gun anyway.

We had some gathering lines pulled earlier this year on the back side of the property and the contractor left a bare scar out there. Once again, with the amount of water we’re expecting in the next week, it would have been awesome to get out there and hand-scatter some pasture mix to beat out the inevitable cycle of thistles, sunflowers, beeweed, ragweed and pigweeds that love disturbed soils. Alas, I didn’t know about it until a few days ago and buying seed is….well, it’s not pocket change.

So this morning’s pretty sunrise (that heralds changing weather) doesn’t come with the satisfaction of knowing I’ve been prepared. I’m going to drop back and punt on getting grasses planted in the next few weeks - that swath in the back is going to take some research anyway.

As for the flax, if I’m honest with myself, I probably hadn’t gotten that all scienced-out either as to where I should put that. So I guess I’m going to take a red sunrise at face-value and just enjoy the color and a little rain for exactly what it is.