It's been gloriously warmish and sunny over the past few days. So, so difficult to keep from running amok with spring fever. I've started more seeds - flowers this time - three kinds of sunflowers, sweet peas, zinnias, and balloon flowers. I allowed myself to be thrown under the power of the poppies in the Bakers Creek catalog. There should be a warning label on that catalog.
Of course, our forecast calls for ice, sleet and snow tomorrow, into Thursday. Le sigh. However, today the sun is out full-tilt, but it has gotten pretty nippy. I was out with the garden cart earlier, starting on the megajob of hauling out a few (hundred) loads of chicken flotsam from the coop and looking forward to a cozy fire in the fireplace, when a hellish dry wind whipped up and distributed most of a cart load in every direction for miles (my neighbors can thank me for the free fertilizer). It's one of those dangerous zero-humidity high winds that can take a spark and create an inferno. I'm hoping none of my neighbors decided to burn their Christmas trees today. There's a steady wind, but there are also gusts that are strong enough to blow the hair off your head (especially if it's loosely attached...) No fire for us tonight.
I had forgotten to keep track of my Defensive Driving discount on my auto insurance and was shocked into action when I received notice that my monthly bill was going up. I signed up for the AARP course because, as a member, I get a discounted rate. The downside is that you are constantly made to feel that you have one foot in the grave and are a danger to all on the road. Fergodsake. They give you little pop quizzes to judge your level of decrepitude - totally bogus. I answered all of them correctly and was treated to dire warnings that I need to see my GP about my declining mental and physical health. The nerve. Quite frankly, the only interesting nugget of information that I came out with at the end of the (brainfreezingly long) course was that tires have a shelf life of six years and you should ask your mechanic how old they are before buying them.
Speaking of cognitive health, I am taking a Spanish course online. I know I am getting better at it because I am no longer answering in Anglo-Dutch-Spanish. This reminds me of the time I went fly fishing with a girlfriend off the banks on Long Island, many moons ago. We completely missed the LARGE no-fishing sign and were merrily casting away, when a F and G officer swaggered up to arrest us. Probably not to arrest us, but he looked a bit menacing. When he pointed out the sign, I started babbling in a mixture of Dutch/Spanish, nodding and smiling. P followed suit, without the babbling. He slowed his speech down to mono-syllables and upped the volume - NO FISHY HERE. I babbled some more, both of us nodding and smiling, and we scampered back to P's car. La phew.
For those of you who requested it, here is The Table:
It is presently, as you can clearly see, the hub of my garden-planning/seed-starting activity.