I am reminded of the movie "Old Yeller" and how Pa had to give last minute pointers to his oldest son, Travis. We don't have many outside chores at this time of year, but it doesn't mean that there aren't things that need to be done.
|snow, snow go away, come again another day|
|some of the iris my m-i-l grows|
My mother-in-law gave me seeds for poppies, wild Colorado columbine, and sweet william that are waiting to be sprinkled over the warming earth. She has a garden that is amazing; having inherited her green thumb from her mom. All around my in-laws' property she has planted hundreds of iris bulbs. During the summer her flower beds are a constant floral fireworks display.
After the snow finally leaves for good, my dear neighbor, Mr. H., will come and turn over my garden, mixing in the cow manure I spread over it last fall. I have planned my garden by using the book Carrots Love Tomatoes so I know which vegetables will play nice with others. My seed packets are anxiously waiting to be planted. I have a few places where I can put in hot beds to get a jump start on the seeds.
I have finished knitting my first scarf and will go back to quilting and sewing to occupy my time in the evenings. While my Dearest is gone I will be busy and counting the minutes until he comes home.