This kind of weather is very confusing to me. In my mind, I know what lies outside - the war of the weeds, the endless to-do list - but the chill in the air is telling me, "cocoon! cocoon! hygge! hygge!", so I curl on my chair with my furry heaters clustered around me, swaddled in a woolen shawl, latest knitting on my lap. The magnet is fully engaged and I swear I heard my jeans rip when I finally wrenched myself up and into action this morning.
|The seeded "No Chicken Zone" off the deck|
|Rain barrel in situ. Now, all I need|
is, as the Navajo say, real male rain.
|The rhubarb explodeth!|
|Bunny and the Girls are plotting their |
invasion of the Chicken Free Zone.
|My all-time favorite flowers.|
|Cucumbers, a stray sunflower, lemon balm|
and a few piddly onions that braved the winter.
|Four tomato plants, because I have to, |
jalapenos and one sweet banana pepper.
(Notice Sweet Sandy's OK irrigation system...)
|Two kinds of kale and collards|
|The herb bed mostly survived - the|
golden oregano is wild, the sage held up and the Greek
oregano is holding its own. I planted cilantro
and parsley. Dill, chives and lemon balm are
rampant throughout the garden.
|If you biggify, you can see new|
leaves and flower buds!
|I did manage to dry my clean eggs with it, |
but mostly I like to look at it and sigh with
|She works for biscuits.|