Forecast in the forties.
Hot diggity dog!!!
That’s enough to make me come out of my hidey hole
and post something on my blog.
Yes, I’ve started just a few seeds,
some lettuce, some chard…no beans, no peas.
But thoughts of sunshine on my face
puts me in a happy place.
Am I thinking of spending time with my spouse?
No, gosh darn! I’m thinking of a hoop house!
It’s the sound of music to my ears: Major thaw; Temps in the 40s…maybe even 50s. Beautiful, beautiful words, especially with snow on the ground. Sincerely, I’m constructing a two-bed hoophouse in my head and just waiting for the weather to warm up a little so I can put it into action. If all else fails, though, I’ll do a repeat of what I did last year with the individual covers on two beds. Soooo exciting.
Haiku of a Breaking Heart
I lie in bed and want to hurl
because I can’t find my girl.
I look and look and have no luck,
I stand and shout what the (word deleted for tender ears…or should that be eyes?)
He misses my daugher and he writes poetry. What more can a mom ask for? I think David and I will get along just fine.