So, here we are at almost the end of April, and it's not all "rain on our parades." We have made some progress around here, and, in spite of yucky weather, we know that delicious days await us as asparagus spears are rising out of their winter beds. I counted 16 early peepers yesterday, and more will be appearing soon.
I also loved seeing rhubarb unfolding its leaves near the blackberry bushes.
My outdoor lettuce is holding its own, and soon should be putting on some more growth. As always, the many clumps of oregano around the place are defying any weather patterns and adding some lovely visual interest wherever they happen to be growing.
I planted about 30 cucumber seeds yesterday (in the greenhouse) and am hoping they'll produce some wonderful salad delights come July.
Some radish seed went into one of the raised planters. I figured on success since we're supposed to be in the 60s next week. Note "supposed to be." We'll see about that.
Inside the house, my computer monitor has quit going to sleep and refusing to wake up. That problem started a few weeks ago, occurring intermittently. Finally when it was occurring much to often, I contacted my wizard Joel who gave me an easy fix, which included a simple setting change.
Yesterday afternoon, another wizard aka The Appliance Doctor aka Mike came and fixed both our dryer and our refrigerator.
The dryer wasn't heating, thanks to a timer that went bad, while the refrigerator was producing lakes which would appear out of nowhere. That turned out to be a plugged hose.
Mike said, "If the refrigerator goes down again, don't call me. Get a new refrigerator."
It's probably been here since the house was built in 1981. Of course, we always think about the used Frigidaire my mother bought from Northside School back in the '50s which ran like a charm forever.
So, comparatively speaking, we kinda expect our refrigerators to earn their keep, but we will heed Mike's words when the time comes.
All in all, except for mud, rain, cold temps and hint of more of the same, life isn't too bad here at the Lovestead. Just ask Mr. Squirrel.
|Springin' to the daffodil choir|
|Gonna be a good asparagus year.|
|Rhubarb's a coming.|
|Oregano, lots of it.|
So many squirrel shots but, oh so cute!