SPRINGing into Action

Everywhere I look around this Lovestead I see work.  

I've finally reached a day when there'll be time to attack the projects that have been waiting for my return from Ireland.  

And, now that the reality of being home has set in and the jet-lagged body and mind returned to a semi-normal state, I can move forward.

While sitting here at the computer, three stories to be completed remind me of dates----deadlines coming on quickly.   Within the next week or ten days, they must be done and filed.  So, I'll grind away at them whenever possible. 

In Annie's bedroom some growing tomatoes, pansies, petunias and peppers will need to be transplanted into bigger pots.  Two flats of lettuce, planted day before yesterday, sit near the stove for warmth.  

I wanted to plant shamrocks yesterday, but the directions say to leave the seeds in the refrigerator for 24 hours before planting.  Then, the pots with their soil need to sit in water for a time before seeds are sown.  

That will happen today.  Plus, the potting soil purchased at Co-Op Country Store yesterday will go into action, with cukes and other veggie seeds planted.

Every time I walk outside I look at the scabbed-up white fence around the barnyard.  A trip to the store for a 5-gallon bucket of paint is on the "to do" list.

The horses feasted more than ever on fence over the winter.  Now it's time to try to cover up their aggressive toothwork.  Some boards are so chewed they may even need to be replaced.

And, inside that barnyard are the horses, all needing haircuts and hair brushing.  I think I'll take their blankets off today and see if they can go from now on without them.  Those hides need some breathing time.

I'm still planning to sell Heather this spring, so she'll get the most attention in the equine sprucing-up department.  I wish I did not have to sell her because she loves me and I love her.  

But the reality of dollars spent on three horses that I cannot ride at the same time says it must happen.  

I'll be very selective in selling Heather----must be a good home, must be someone that knows and understands horses.   She stays here until the right person comes along.

Expenses or not, Heather deserves a good home where people love her and understand her skiddish ways.  Heather is a sensible horse, but that occasional skiddishness with the wrong person would not be good.

As the snow slowly disappears, all the doggie decorating, deposited over the winter, appears.  I've found during past springs that a scrape or two with the rake usually dissolves most of the piles, but walking the vast lawn area to do that still needs to be done.

I love this time of year, and I love having a full plate of "to do's" when it comes to anything outside.  

Finally, we're no longer cooped up, and finally it's all there, waiting for attention---the yard, the garden, the fences, the horses, the dogs.

The daylight may last longer with our newest season of daylight savings, but when spring projects come, the days seem shorter than ever because they fly by so fast as we race around to attack six months' worth of projects, seemingly all at the same time.

And, the other thing I notice early on during each new spring is how much less time it takes for my body to scream out at me, "Enough!"  I seldom listen, though, and just continue punishing those old muscles and bones.

After all, there are too many other entities in need, and a few aches, pains and tired muscles within my frame will just have to deal with it. 

Ah, the beginning of spring----best time of the year!  

Now, I'd better get to work.  Happy Friday!

How 'bout those ZAGS!!!!