Evidence of a weekend spent planting seeds. Sunday I sat down with a cup of coffee, graph paper and a new copy of Square Foot Gardening by Mel Bartholemew and mapped out my spring garden. I didn't actually grid off my garden as the author suggests and am using my compost rich organic soil, but did follow the plants per Square foot guidelines… I mean, for Pete's sake, I can eyeball a square foot.
Only one sleeve to go on my February Lady Sweater.
What's up next? Either
I know, I know…I've said this before, but this time I just may mean it! I still worry about my high strung Catahoula making mince meat out of one of the gals… but I think that I just need to try it. If there is blood, we'll build a funeral pyre and I can always deconstruct the coop/run to fashion a larger compost arena. The thought of walking out back in my jammies and scooping up blue/green and café au lait hued eggs makes me so dizzy that I am willing to set my fear aside and see if Callie Jo can be trusted.
at lunch I ran out to buy some Robin Eggs because I do not have children to steal them from. Easter just isn't Easter without hurting my tongue on these little buggers.
Bean & Noodle 