Yesterday my first onions from seed popped through (that officially took 4 days from planting). They’re under lights with a fan cooling their jets.
Disjointed, theme-less post today. That’s the way we roll. My chicken coop thought has transformed into pretty much a full-blown chicken coop obsession. Why am I like this? My wife should like it because it keeps me busy and not underfoot. Did I mention that retirement (semi-retirement in my case) rocks?