You’re a doodle, mama
Brock loves reading the stove and microwave clocks and telling us what time it is. “It’s eight seventeen!” or “It’s two forty-nine - that means eleven minutes until three o’clock!” or “It’s one minute before five o’clock!” (He’s also laboring under the delusion that dinner is served promptly at five o’clock every day.) Whenever he does it Chad and I look at each other and one of us quotes Driving Miss Daisy: “You should get a job on the radio, announcin’ the time!” If Chad’s not there I say it to myself. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to keep up on the movie references around here.
It got up to 55 degrees today - with the sun out, it felt downright hot! Went on a walk in the woods with the dog and saw actual, real, true buds on a maple tree. There’s hope, despite the two feet of snow stubbornly covering the world.
In other news, I hauled the seedling shelf out of the shed yesterday (after shoveling the doorway clear of snow so I could open it) and have started with the peppers.
It got up to 55 degrees today - with the sun out, it felt downright hot! Went on a walk in the woods with the dog and saw actual, real, true buds on a maple tree. There’s hope, despite the two feet of snow stubbornly covering the world.
In other news, I hauled the seedling shelf out of the shed yesterday (after shoveling the doorway clear of snow so I could open it) and have started with the peppers.