It feels like spring,
it doesn’t smell like spring.
Thus it is not spring,
there r still weeds to be pulled. They have been there over a month,
I shall wait till it’s 9 degrees warmer to garden
in 5 more hours.
With age does come wisdom
patience with no desire to feel the cold.
There’s trees to be moved
others to be trimmed. Bushes too.
organized (for the hubby).
Pondering his desire for baby-chicks… more meat for the freezer by fall … more tears for me.
No more free deer as CWDx3 in our county last fall…😑🦌