Less than two weeks before Claire boards a plane for the unknown! I encouraged her to take up the blogging torch, so I wouldn’t have to keep up with her activities so closely (a good father gracefully lets go, right?) So Claire has started her own blog called Namaste, Veggies! and the location is clairegoestoindia.wordpress.com and has already posted some pre-trip background and thoughts.
OK, I promise, we’re almost through with Claire posts for a while, but when your baby graduates from high school, it’s best to note it in this Dad’s “Online Scrapbooking” as others have referred to this blog.
Sp there she is, all done with high school! As her achievements have been previously chronicled, I’ll leave them be for now. But she did have one last high school honor – she was selected to address the audience at the graduation ceremony. We were far away, it was hot, and the parameters of the speech left little room for outlandish creativity (aka duct tape school dresses), it is put here only for those relatives who are very interested, the rest of you can wait for tomorrow’s post.
The garlic is exceptionally early this year. We’ve already had to pull off the first few scapes – can’t ever remember dong that in May.
Here’s some of the garlic fairly close up.
We were able to institute the new four foot alternating beds in some gardens where garlic wasn’t planted. These two new strips of clover and perennial rye are starting to come along.
Nature finds a way to use the smallest bits of habitat.
This bur oak is only a few years old and only about six feet tall, but yet, has attracted a bird to nest! I imagine it sways pretty good in the wind.
Looks like a robin nest, with the characteristic turquoise eggs.
My sister, who loves visits to the farm, insisted on getting a photo with a couple of the week-old baby goats (kids).
Here ya go sis – and thanks for all the help with the party!
Finally getting around to some gardening. Getting the tomatoes and peppers in the ground.
Slightly new system this year. We’re out of end rolls from the cardboard factory, so I picked up some giant tarps from the lumber yard to use instead. Cut them to four foot widths, then cut holes in to plant, poked some holes in the tarp with a potato fork to allow water to seep through, put in the stakes, slid the tomato cages recycled from old woven wire fences over the posts, covered with some straw. The sections between are the new alleys of clover and perennial rye.
One of the first garden-planted crops of the year is radishes.
We even had enough for the veggie tray for the party from the garden! Now it’s time to get the rest of the garden in the ground.
On this Sunday, Claire and another graduating senior planned and delivered the Sunday service at church. I’ve attached just the last few minutes where she talks about her family and offers food for thought on the nature vs. nurture debate!
The day finally arrived! Our first-born’s graduation party.
No party is complete without the graduation “shrine” to the graduate. We made Claire prepare her own shrine.
Claire with one of the graduation cakes.
I made a video entitled “Claire: The Movie” and took out a few snippets below. I’m particularly fond of my role as disappointed father.
Part 1 – Musical Intro
Part 2 – Friends Speak Out
Part 3 – Family members remember Claire.
We have a contingent of folks helping with the preparations with the upcoming event.
DJ Julie looks a little too happy and comfortable wielding the knife.
There were gallons of coleslaw, potato salad, perhaps 30 pounds of sloppy joe mix all getting ready today.
This week was the spring jazz concert. Emma wanted to play in jazz band, but there’s not many parts for flute, so she picked up saxophone to play in jazz band.
But the director featured her as a flute soloist one song.
It was also Claire’s last high school music event – here she is at the keyboard in jazz band warming up before the show. It’s a toss-up to me whether I enjoy the spring jazz concert or indoor marching band program the best.
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Pearl successfully gave birth today. Last year we just found her two newborns dead. This year she had two kids and is fairly fierce in guarding them.
They one that looks like her is a male, named Henry and the brown one that looks like her father, Harriet.
After we found them in the pasture, we moved them to a pen to get acquainted and not lose each other. The children went into look at the kids in the pen and she started pawing the ground, then lowered her head and the children decided it was time to leave.
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