I planted peas a month ago--they don't seem to be very happy. And the mustard greens and turnips may have had too much mulch on them--hey, it's been in th low twenties since then. We've had rain, which a friend in South Arkansas has not.

going to get tomato plants in the next few days. We had frost last week, so, better to leave them in the grower's greenhouse than have to buy them too early. Probably the last of the frost, though. Sun sugars and maybe Bradleys. They got blight last year. And I didn't water them enough.

Asparagus--I'm beginning to think the people are right who say it won't grow here--I think I'll put tomatoes in that bed too. The new plants are showing no signs whatsoever of coming up, the old ones still can't be harvested--they're three years old now.

Horseradish, in its own little bed, seems to be growing. As is one of the Rubarb plants.

I'm being told that the least awful way of dealing with the 5-acre field up the hill is going to be to bulldoze it. The last time it was plowed, it wan't disked afterwards so there are 12"-18" ditches all over it. Plenty of blackberries, not to mention an incipient privet thicket.

In any case the bush-hog people won't touch it.

I got some fancy daylilies, and one of the dogs ate them. And promptly threw up (the same dog that ate the chopped onion--seasoned with my blood--while I was at the doctor's office getting my finger stitched up).

I love my dogs. Especially that one, notorious for that kind of thing.