a new day

What a difference a day an afternoon can make.  The sun came out, it got very warm, the poisonous bug juice worked (the blood sucking horrors are still out there waiting, I am not naive enough to believe that they just stop biting all at once, and all in the same day).  But it was good, pretty great, in fact.  The vegetable garden is all but planted.  I’m still shy brussel sprout seedlings.  The potaoes can go into the ground tomorrow (weather permitting) and I could still use a few more cherry type tomatoes.  The flower gardens, well…. they are still muddy down near the pond, and will never be really under control.  It’s fortunate that I believe in garden fairies, like the spontinaity of mother nature, and think that gardens should only partly be controlled.  There are annuals leftover from jobs that I’m making room for in the gardens and assorted planters.  I’m back on target.  C has most of the hostas split and potted up that we need for delivery in the next couple weeks.  I checked the apple trees.  Little pinkish red buds are getting ready to pop.  Let’s hope the bees are in place.  If I can get this clod of mud out of my eye, where it lodged itself this morning before I could see the light at the end of the tunnel… then, maybe I’ll get some knittin’ done.
The frogs, the big loud mouthed ones, started up today.  The peepers get louder every night.  Nights are wonderful, perfect music to sleep by.

If this post is posting today, it’ll haveto go without pics.  I’ve got to warm up my back, have another cup or two of the ‘elixer of life’, and then head on down to the barn.  C and I must load several hundred pots of hostas into the truck, drive them down to the field, unload same and carry and place them inside the electric fenced in enclosure until delivery sometime in the next two weeks.  Almost everybody likes the taste of young hostas.