We dug two gardens out front, and we restored and expanded Florence’s side garden, and we saved her Irises and replanted them. This one will be a struggle with the chickens, they will head right for it and dig and scratch for bugs and worms. This is part of living with free chickens, nothing much to do about it except plant fewer seeds and more perennials and taller plants. We hope to have a ring of color around the farmhouse. I used the tiller to open a stretch by the side gate so we can plant peas and Morning Glory’s, which will climb up the fences.

I was gripping the tiller all day, so typing on sore but determined fingers. I bet I will sleep nice and long tonight. Tomorrow, back at the gardens. I appreciate Spring and the opportunity it gives us to make the outside of the house ours. I never used to have much color in my life, not I am drunk on it.

“Seagulls sing your hearts away, ‘Cause while the sinners sin, the children play.”

– Cat Stevens, “Tea For The Tillerman.”