In Progress
When the temps jump up into the 80s in such short order, there is outside work beckoning. I did tackle some of the outside items this morning.
When individuals are kind enough to move mountains of snow at their convenience, there is bound to be some after effect. This morning I found my favorite little rake and tackled the clumps of sod that had been pushed up at the same time the snow was moved. It took me quite a while. Slow and steady as I took the job in stride. The wind from the south was strong, just as strong as the sun’s rays. I was happy when I could work in the shade of the evergreen on the northwest corner of our home.
When I walked our backyard I couldn’t help but think that the deer did a wonderful job of aerating most of the area. It will be interesting to see if any of the Hosta appreciated the many footprints in the soft soil.
When Snuggles and I had put quite a few snow implements into the potting shed we kicked back and thought well, “For the first attempt of spring yard work, we did well,” This definitely is going to be a work in progress as the spring days will beckon us outside. The two spots of the Fern Peonies, are just showing some bright red little buds poking through.
I did walk through the studio this afternoon picking up a roll of paper toweling. I did stop at one of the church tables to take a peek at the project that will have to wait for a bit. It for sure is a work in progress. I had kicked off my garden shoes and made the trip into the studio in stocking feet. Holy buckets the floor was ice cold. The water finding its way around the perimeter via the tile heading to the sump pump . . . I cannot imagine what the temperature of that water would be. I picked up the towels and beat feet out of there.
By the way, the haircut turned out well. Bless Dennis’ heart. Before I got into the chair, he commented to Brenda that when he had to help get my hair to lay down for a road date, he liked the way I looked when the hair was snipped in all sorts of lengths. Dennis knew how I had fought with my brush to get the heavy lengths to do something. No . . . Dennis is not my stylist, but him talking and commenting to his niece went very well. Like I said, bless his heart.
Tomorrow the stitchers are meeting at Baker’s Square in Mankato. We have cancelled more times than not since before Christmas. The winter didn’t allow Thursdays to be safe.