Another half inch of rain fell yesterday
morning, but by lunch time the sky had cleared --- perfect weather to
go out and look around. On Christmas, Mom noticed that some of my
garlic were poking green shoots up out of the ground, so I mulched them
with leaves to put them back to sleep for a couple more months.
While I was mulching, Mark came out with the chainsaw. He was
going to cut up some more firewood, but I side-tracked him, begging him
to take down the wild plum first. Now if the soil ever dries
we'll be able to put our new plum in the ground!
Next, I gathered up masses of old bark from around the wood chopping
station to scatter in the mud outside our trailer door. The last
few weeks' endless rains have turned heavily travelled parts of the
yard into mud pits, and I hope that some judicious application of bark
will make it a bit safer as we slip and slide our way in and out the
door.
I moved the predator eyes to new locations, helped Mark split some wood
then stack it by the stove, and gathered some kale for supper.
Life doesn't get much better than when I can spend an afternoon
completely outside!
(Oh, yeah, and public
service announcement to the one other woman in a thousand who buys
fresh underpants once every four years --- the sizes on the outside of
those six packs are not the same as your pants size. If you buy
the size which is the same number as your pants size, when you open
your package of new underpants the day after Christmas and hold one up
to your waist, you'll find that you could fit two or three of you in
each one. Turn the package over and read the size chart before
buying! Doggone it --- no fresh underwear for me!)