I surrender.
I give up.
I have Spring Fever, I cannot lie.
I have Spring Fever and I don't care.
I have Spring Fever and there is no cure.
I have Spring Fever and the only word I can think of right now that rhymes with cure is manure. Which somehow seems appropriate.
At Allimom's suggestion, I have gone out into the garden and poked Tums around my tomato plants to feed them some calcium to help ward off blossom end rot. I hope they like mint flavored ones, because that's what they got.
I'm almost ready to pick peas. I'm shocked at how fast they came on once they got started. Won't be long and I'll be pulling them out to make room for the pole beans that are growing in there somewhere.
So you will have to excuse me now, I have to get back to Ravelry where I am keeping track of the Post-Apocalyptic Commune thread. Seems that a lot of people have disaster preparedness on their minds.
I wonder why?
Do YOU have post-apocalyptic thoughts?