Somehow, I think I picked the wrong weekend to plant the potatoes and peas. What do you think?
I think it’s okay to be snowbound, though, on a three-day weekend. It was still so cold outside that there’d have been no way I could’ve planted anything, unless I got out my pick. Those poor chickens, though. I opened the coop door (after shoveling a path to it, again) and they all made that angry chicken noise that, should I be so bold to interpret, means “you have GOT to be kidding me.”
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You’ve got to be kidding me. Just a few hours south of you… well never mind, I’m sure you don’t want to hear about how I’ve planted my peas…
Over here in Oregon, we woke up to giant snowflakes yesterday. And below freezing temps this morning. Highly unusual for end of March here in the Pacific Northwest.
In other news, the peas my parents planted 3 weeks ago, rotted in the ground from the torrential downpours we’ve had lately. sheesh!
did you happen to see my floating head on one of your chickens? because that is EXACTLY what I was saying yesterday too. :O
ugh. No, doesn’t look like a good planting day.
I remember when I was growing year it snowed on year on my birthday – in May!
Carol! What a way to rub it in! 🙂
Farmgirl, yep; it seems a slow slosh to spring all around this country, doesn’t it?
Gigi: Hwah~! By the way, they’re still pissed off today 😦
Hayden, I couldn’t believe all the snow myself. Luckily, the sun is mighty hot at this time of year, even if the air is not. It’ll be gone soon. But boy I hope we don’t see it again in May!