Getting muddy is a family affair
I am remembering back to the oh-so-long-ago autumn we had: winter didn’t come quickly. Winter likewise isn’t losing its grip either, and I swear spring is going to pass us by!
I am so fidgety and willing, now, to dig, to get dirty. I think it is the sunshine, though I suppose I could simply be overcaffeinated. I cannot concentrate on work (paid work, that is: I am concentrating just fine with all the outdoor, farm-related tasks ahead of me). I try to tell myself that this happens every year.
But I think back to October and my unhurried stance at preparing for Winter’s heavy hand. About a week ago I was in exactly that frame of mind (that is, Slugville) but now? Can’t I just, you know, take a week off and dig?
What’s great about this feeling is that I know tonight I will collapse with exhaustion into bed. The chicks are coming, which require cleanup in the potting shed. The trees have been ordered: we can pick them up any time at all. I have 200′ of perforated drain pipe to help keep the main garden and new greenhouse area the relative islands of greenery they shall be. The greenhouse needs its roll-up side installed. In other words, it is Spring, or near enough; it is time to get busy.