I am typing this with the windows open and a 64 degree breeze blowing through the room; it’s heaven. I imagine this relief of the oppression of the hardest to endure season is the same northerners have at the arrival of Spring.
You know my old soapbox about staying home and staying safe? I still feel that, deeply. But considering I just flew to and from Florida for work means there should be a big ol’ hypocrisy asterisk on the side of said soapbox.
In my defense this was a required onsite for me to test out my product on a massive construction project north of Tampa.
Thanks Leap Year, for letting me squeak this post in. Appreciate it.
It’s been fairly limited as gardening goes so far this month. The weather is mild, the backyard is still ripped up, and the leaves are finally starting to fall off the red oak in the front yard. Said yard also needs to be cut. The weeds in the back corner are JUST interspersed enough with some red poppies that are coming in to prevent weeding, and there are lots of seed packets sitting on my desk.