It's not like I think it's Summer, or anything.
It's just that.... you know.... if it's gonna be nice...or at least warm... and Mama Nature says "Tut, tut... Winter is nearing it's end, Dear, and while We (as in the royal "We") realize that you didn't get done Nearly What You Should Have, your allotted resting/quiet/thinking time has almost come to a close, as We are moving on..... Like It, Or Not."
What can a girl do, but sigh, shrug, and say, "Well,... alright, then."
Because, Dear Friend, I'd much rather view my self as "Way Ahead" (according to the list of Things That Must Be Done), then "Far, Far Behind".
And that's the Truth.
So, in that light, we attempted to stand on a bit of expertise today.
(which shall be returned to "from which it came")
and then this...[rolls eyes]
You'll have to excuse me. It's been Winter. I'm a bit out of practice.
My mojo and rapport with the Earth is a bit "off".
But after a bit of planning which led to this play...
and red spider watching
and compost spreading
and garlic fusion separating
Mama whipped out her favorite organic garden bible, and re-membered with why she hasn't invested funds in such generic piddly-widdlies before.
Because they're wasteful, and nonsense.
ie, question: "Mary, Mary, quite contrary.. How does your garden grow?"
answer: "With silver bells, and cockle shells.... and pretty maids, all in a row. And not because of a generic, unscientific test that tells her A+B=C when she can use her own sense and see that things are flourishing and that she can add spent peas and yarrow leaves to the soil to add nutrients and balance the ph. Along with organic stinky fish fertilizer.
One step forward, two steps back.
This is why I began my official gardening while still in February this year.
(Hopefully by mid-April I'll be quite in the swing of things again.)
On a pleasant note, I finally tracked down a soil thermometer.
And, remember our bean experiment?
While it has not yet exploded or burst with sprouts, it has swelled to twice its original sizeTrev enthusiastically shows the beans!
... to be checked upon in another two days...
And another pleasant note - Daddy plays (figuratively speaking) the guitar in the next room while Mama writes...
Life is good.
A warm wind blows
mexican take-out for dinner
handmade coconut lotion bar for a gardener's hands
a deep breath and sigh
And all is well.