The buds on my trumpet vine are still in hiding and the birds are slowly taking residence...but...
...my sandy, loamy river-bottom soils are ready for the working...leaves and trash raked and piled on the compost...I wait with the tools of my trade, no fancy tiller for me...I'm a glutton for punishment, but the workout is needed after a long dormant winter...
another 80 degree day in the works.
My lil' rhubarb heads are peeking through, as I extend my garden by 10 feet this year, my strawberries have taken over, it's a great patch, but I need more room for the veggies.The prairie sod is a force to be reckoned with, but oh the rewards!
My peas are planted, as well as the broccoli and cabbage...these will tolerate late frosts and snows...like Granny always said...get them peas in the ground early so they get the last of the snow...they were soaked overnight and inoculant added, so they are good to go and this evenings rains are well timed.
It's hard to get in the mood to paint and make soaps, but getting the gardens ready for the dried herbs to be used in the product...it's a trade-off that I'll gladly take...been a long time comin'...
