Waking up to 20 degree temperatures every morning is making me cranky. (No, really?) I am SO over winter, such as it was (or is, as the case may be). Sure, the longer days are nice, the warmer sun is nice, but fercryinoutloud, enough with the frigid mornings already!
I am now more than ready to get things going in the garden - but, wait! It still might snow/freeze/hail/locusts. No wonder it's said that April is "the cruelest month". I did a walkabout around the place and re-thought some of my "big" plans. It really is amazing, sometimes, to realize that I have gotten smarter as I've gotten older. It just takes a while for the 'smart' thoughts to rise above all the noisy dumb thoughts. My plans to wheelbarrow-out all that tasty compost (for the garden, of course) from the sheep's old paddock has been downgraded to wheelbarrowing out some of it to amend the fill in the raised beds. I bit the bullet and ordered five yards of topsoil to be delivered next week. And it will be dumped within easy transport distance to the raised beds. I started calculating just how many loads I would need to shovel and wheel up the hill, around the house and to the front and those smart thoughts were able to just pop right up above those persistent crazy thoughts - "It will be good exercise"; "it will be cheaper"; "I can do it in a weekend". I had thought, briefly, about hiring a teenager to do the heavy work, but that is problematic for many reasons. Besides, by the time I paid him, it wouldn't be much more expensive than ordering the dirt. So I did.
The second smart thought to rise above the slosh pit of dumb ones, was my decision to order our Easter pecan pie from a local baker as opposed to making one myself. Since going gluten free, I have no wheat flour in the house. And I rarely, if ever, have things on hand like dark Karo syrup. So I would have had to buy pecans, flour and Karo syrup. And then I would have had leftover flour that I wouldn't use for another year. Pbbbfft. Enter: Pie Squared. I am supporting a local business and getting to check something off my pre-Easter list. Besides, I still have to whip up my natural egg dyes tonight, hard boil eggs (thinking of Carolyn Renee the whole time, bless her), dye same eggs, and tackle our main course: a 20 pound, organically-raised, Tamworth ham. For four people. Don't ask. Thank goodness we like leftovers.
And, lest I forget, I need to finish Sage-proofing the fence line that runs along the road. After getting an email from my neighbors who found and rescued Miss Sage who had her head stuck in the fence (FOR THE THIRD TIME), I have had enough. I pulled out every bit of miscellaneous fencing material I could find and have pieced together a crazy quilt of chicken wire, garden fencing and more chicken wire. I just need to make sure it is securely attached to the existing fence.
I think that's enough to do. Maybe it will keep my mind off the fact that winter won't let go?