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The Most Wonderful Season of All...


It's coming.  I can feel it in the air and in my bones.  I'm about to become....a very bad homeschool mom.  My (second) seed order arrived this weekend.  A trailer load of garden mulch is on the horizon.  These sunny days in January are just toying with me, but my bulbs have pushed their green tips to the surface.  And I have gardening on my mind.  All. Day. Long.  

"I have this brilliant idea to move my cucumbers back to the beds along the fence," I confided to my husband earlier today.  His eyes glazed over, and he looked at me like I had spoken in French.  But I don't know French, so it occurred to me that maybe he really didn't care where I planted the cucumbers.  The fence is really a great spot for them though, and in my small worldview, a very exciting breakthrough.  Thank you for listening.  I needed somebody to be fake excited with me.  

I turned the compost bin yesterday and saw lots of worms.  I love my worms.  Please don't tell the cool kids.  

A neighbor is bringing aged horse manure.  My life keeps getting better!  

Now that we have a massive garden space, fence, and decent garden soil, I am giddy to get my fingernails dirty.  Which brings me back to my first point.  I'm becoming a very bad example of a teacher for my homeschooler.  It's the reason I didn't get teacher of the year last year.  Which is kind of crap because I was the only teacher on the ballot.  Politics.  Those homeschool kids are tough.  

I need rain, lots of cold, sleety rain.  It's the only cure to keep me focused.  

Although, seed starting happens indoors, so...      

I can't help myself! 

P.S. What are you planting?  

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