Starting a blog gives me a case of writers block. Or so it seems, but there - the first sentence has been written, and it should get easier from here on out.
I am glad for Spring. Christmas is the last bit of sparkle that comes in the winter, and then it has become a routine of three gray months of straight work capped by an month long extravaganza of work during the outage..... and then one day it is over, and the tulips are up, the grass is starting to turn green and the whole world smells wonderfully alive. Is it a coincidence that this is about when tax-day arrives? No, I didn't think so.
The cool weather garden is in. The chard, spinich, and radishes are up, as are the volunteer onions, carrots and parsnips that overwintered. In the next week or so, it will be time to get the squash, peppers, tomatoes, and cucumbers planted, and the whole watering system working well enough to abandon it for several weeks during the heat of the summer to go to Taiwan and pick up Daniel. Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I guess.
Well, it is about time for bed. Sleep well all.