The Butter Crunch

Well we had one mess of Butter Crunch Lettuce the other night and it was so tender with a mild delicate flavor.  Nothing bitter about it.  In fact it must be very tasty.  When I went to the garden tonight instead of beautiful full leaves in a circular pattern it looked like long skinny shreds of leaf veins!   My lovely hens ate the entire row.  I must say I was shell shocked and it took me a few seconds to realize what happened.  Smart girls they just took the prime part of the leaves.  I know I should be mad but I can't, not when the hens give me beautiful eggs everyday.  They deserve the best and if it's Butter Crunch then so be it.  I did get the spinach leaves picked and in the freezer Monday.  Probably a good thing, they may take a liking to spinach too.  Tomorrow we will pick the rainbow swiss chard for the freezer.  I have to it is next to the lettuce!
We were in a little bit (ok, quite a bit) of a panic when closing the barn up.  Mama and babies were not in the nursery coop.  I looked outside and all around while Dick checked the hen house.  There they were all tucked in a nesting box on the top row!  Mama must have decided it was time to join the other hens and show the peeps where they will be roosting when the are big girls!  She is such a good mom.  Kinda sad thinking they will soon be leaving the peep stage and become young pullets.  I sure like watching them.

On the way back from the barn a glimpse of red caught my attention.......raspberries!
Within a few days Dick will be busy picking raspberries.  They were so plentiful last year I really didn't expect many this year but it looks promising.

We went to Shinglehouse to watch the Potter McKean Little League  beat Wellsboro for the District Championship.  Good game with a great turnout of fans.  Love Little League.  I got a little ambitious today and made cream puffs with homemade custard filling.  It was a surprise for the hub after the game.  He made the coffee, we always have a cup and sit on the back deck after supper.  The coffee and cream puffs hit the spot.  It is so quiet and peaceful in Clara Valley that we sometimes never say a word,  just sit and stare at the field and hill.  Peace on Earth, if it could all be that simple.

A few left just in case we have a visitor or two.