Today marks the third day that I have spent a good part of the afternoon in the soon-to-be garden turning over soil. This is hard work! And my body, having spent the better part of the last three months parked in front of a computer, is exhausted. I keep thinking that if I just keep moving forward, it will start to come together.
I am still working towards that.
Thankfully, we have a solid month before anything actually gets planted in the garden. Plenty of time to get my act together. We will get there. In the meantime, I enjoy browsing all of the seed packets I collected over the past months. Three types of pumpkins...hordes of onions...more tomatoes that I will know what to do with.
The stuff dreams are made of.
But, for now, we are just maintaining the status quo.
We are now down to 11 chickens. It is such a small number for us. I keep counting and recounting them at night, thinking that someone must be missing. But no - there are just that few. Once a day or so, I think about adopting a few more, and then promptly change my mind as soon I as I go outside at dawn to find that yet another skunk found their way into the chicken yard. The ladies are yet unharmed, but those skunks make a horrid mess.
I am not a big fan of cleaning those messes.
I don't even like to do the laundry....
The husband has big plans for the homestead, of which I am only just learning about. That's the thing about tax season. You get to put huge blinders on and focus on the task as hand. And the husband move forward to price out wood stoves, plans to hire a friend to build a wood shed, and looks into buying a camper for use on our property across town.
Should make for an interesting summer...