So yesterday, I spent some time in the garden, pulling up weeds and grass for the chickens to eat.
There aren't that many in my garden because of the mulch I put on last fall, but enough of them to need tending to.
It was early afternoon and the sun was warm. So warm I had to take my sweater off after a little while.
I finished half the garden and took a nice bucket of weeds to the hens who were delighted. They have a need for green. :-)
Later that afternoon... the wind started to blow. And gust. And howl.
By the time it was dark, it was raining. And the temperature dropped sharply.
Here's what it looked like this morning:
Excuse me?
April?
Oh well....
I can't believe just yesterday I was crawling around on the warm mulch, digging out clumps of grass. It doesn't seem possible.
But there you have it. Snow. Not much. But snow.
Now I know why in my bones I have been aware that it is still too early to do serious gardening. I have peas and onions growing, but that's all I have planted. The seed potatoes are in the back room sprouting... but I'm not ready to set them out when this kind of thing is going on.
Feels like a weaving day to me.
(Every day is a weaving day to you right now.)
Right you are (), right you are.
Excuse me?
April?
Oh well....
I can't believe just yesterday I was crawling around on the warm mulch, digging out clumps of grass. It doesn't seem possible.
But there you have it. Snow. Not much. But snow.
Now I know why in my bones I have been aware that it is still too early to do serious gardening. I have peas and onions growing, but that's all I have planted. The seed potatoes are in the back room sprouting... but I'm not ready to set them out when this kind of thing is going on.
Feels like a weaving day to me.
(Every day is a weaving day to you right now.)
Right you are (), right you are.