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Hubby tilled the big 'Back 40' garden this morning with a borrowed tiller (thanks, Putz) after blowing our tiller up last night.  Oy vey.  Something is always breaking around here.  Planted Peaches & Cream sweet corn today (10 rows, each about 10 feet long, I suppose).  I had more corn seed than I thought and just kept hoeing more rows to use it up.  I love having sweet corn in the freezer for the long winter. 

Since I got a little crazy w/ corn, I used up a lot of space which I had intended for pumpkin patch.  But still ended up w/ 12 hills of pumpkins of various varieties that I had started inside.  Those poor transplants were spindly and some were already flowering in their flats (can you say 'stressed'?) so I hope they make it.  I cut the flowers off when planting so they'll put their energy into new leaves and roots, gave them good waterings, and intend to water faithfully daily until they get established.  We'll see how that goes. 

The Girl and I ended up planting 2 hills each of Zucchini, Butternut Squash, and Honey Bear Acorn Squash in the end of the other garden plot which was supposed to transition into an orchard this year.  There have always been two huge rectangle plots out there, both enclosed in one big square of about 4' high chicken wire fencing to keep (some) critters out.  It was too much to manage so I've been changing the north plot over into just fruit trees and we'll just mow around them to keep weeds down and maintain the area.  A month or so ago I transplanted from various places in our yard into the tree plot:  a Toka plum, a Blackice plum, a Mt. Royal (am I remembering that name right?) plum, a Haralson apple and a Honeycrisp apple.  I wanted to transplant our cherry tree also, but that thing is about a 2.5" caliper tree now and too big for one gal with a shovel so I didn't attempt it.  The dang Honeycrisp never leafed out and I yanked it out today.  It's the second Honeycrisp in as many years that's croaked, the first one I couldn't blame b/c it was worked over pretty well by a deer and had little bark left, but this one was just a wuss, I think.  So now I've decided I'm not a fan of Honeycrisp on account of their wuss-ness and overly sweetness.  I prefer tart apples as I plan to use them mostly for baking.  Incidentally, the deer never bothered the Haralson apple, I guess they do like the really sweet ones.

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