|Pepper in a contemplative moment. Possibly|
remembering green grass.
One of these years, I will think ahead. Then I got an email from my propane supplier reminding us that we need to be kind to our delivery guys and make sure that they have clear access to tanks. Oh. In order for my propane to be delivered, you have to make it through the gate in the chicken yard fence, through the chicken yard, around the corner of the house and into the tank. Do you want to take a guess at how much of that is shoveled? I have been pretty good at keeping the gate clear, having learned my lesson on how much more work it is to drag 50# bags of chicken feed through the house, across the deck, down the stairs and out to the coop. I chipped a short path to the tank to check the level (35%) and I just might be able to hold out until the end of March.
I am not letting it get me down, however, because I have reached that point in February when the delusion delirium (DD) sets in. That time when, after peeking ahead to the forecast into the next month or so, I know it won't last forever, this forever-seeming winter. There is a light at the end of this Arctic tunnel. It usually coincides with the arrival of my seed order. In a few short weeks, the sap lines will appear in the woods around me. I will be cutting up my bars of Irish Spring soap to hang from my willow bushes. About a half-ton of dog 'business' will be unearthed/snowed in the chicken yard. I will find a renewed will to knit (as perverse as that sounds, it always happens).
I have quite a few projects to be completed this year. I can so relate to Mama Pea's double-spaced two page to-do list...some of them will be challenging: crawling under the house to the far end to see what damage has been done to the insulation around my master bath pipes. And fixing it. I'm claustrophobic and am sure that the damage was done during the Great Rat Outbreak. Nuff said. And there is the roofing of the run-in shed (heights). And lining at least two raised beds with hardware cloth (the cursed voles). But I am floating in the soft glow of DD and it all sounds marvelous...
Now for some True Confessions. I spent 5.99 at the grocery store. I went in to pick up some things for my parents, who have been snowbound, and I bought organic baby spinach from Massachusetts because I couldn't walk by the bin. Not bad and all that, but, still. I blame my weakness on lack of iron in my diet - ergo, the spinach. Right? Right??