Today, it got into the high 60's here at FiddleSong Farm. Not a cloud in the sky, no wind.
I decided it was a good day to work in the garden...so I dug out my oldest, most comfy jeans, a gray T-shirt and my Giants sweatshirt, scooped my ratty hair up in a clip and went out to work. I took my little CD player and cranked up the music. I like it loud.
First I cleaned out the hen house. It was raked and shoveled, cobwebs swept away, and freshened up with a good load of fresh straw.
Eulah (pronounced YOU-la ;) is my constant companion. Her cheerful humming could be heard an inch from my boots wherever I stepped. She watched carefully for any scratched up seeds or unearthed worms...
...and yes, there is a Rooster Cogburn to go with Eulah.
While I worked, raking up pine needles, pruning, digging out the ever pervasive mint, I became aware that my strength is returning. My energy levels are up. I am happier and feel better about myself than I have in a long time. My knees are covered in dirt, my face is naked, my hair is a serious problem, my nails are crescents of black ~but I love to garden...and I can't WAIT until spring!
...I have a clean garden, and happy chickens. All is well....