Growing thingsToday has been a perfect day (IMO) to garden- overcast and cool without raining. I dug two pails of weeds and tranplanted some feverfew and daisies.
I keep thinking I'm supposed to do some growing soon to. I've been resisting it, to be sure. It's like God is knocking on my skull, yelling through the keyhole, "I have something big and exciting in store for you!" and I yell back, "Sorry, too busy for big and exciting". But every time I wake up in the night, for like a couple of months now, I hear the song "Here I am, send me" in my head. Something is most definately in the air.