It's amazing how fast time goes by when you have something you need to do, but everything else shoves itself in the way. I never did get those seeds started. Something else that will be pushed off to tomorrow, or the next tomorrow, or the next. The chicks are too big for their brooder and I still haven't pulled that other trough out of the field to move some over and alleviate the massive overpopulation problem on the island of Chick Brooder. Maybe Congressman Hank Johnson could address this issue and tell me how to keep it from tipping and capsizing into the ocean... As the admiral said, "We don't anticipate that." But, now I would have no excuse if my brooder did tip over and capsize. The possibility has been raised. So, no more delays, they will be moved to an unpopulated brooder tomorrow. That one will not be delayed.
I did manage to till the garden again. The husband insists on doing it one more time before I transplant my spring veggies, but if he delays this one, too bad. I can't delay these any longer either. Before I know it, spring will be over and what is the point of growing spring vegetables if it's not spring.
It's not as if I sat around doing nothing for the past two days. My dad is in before he flies off to join Mom in Belgium. Not sure when I'll see them next. With no current employment, a ticket for each of us is not feasible. So, I spent time with him. And I've scanned pictures I found in my recently deceased great aunt's house to share with Mom, aunt, and cousins. I just haven't done any of my farming/gardening. And I feel like a slacker. So, tomorrow, I am forgoing the event in Garrard County, damning the expected rain and daring it to come, and buckling down. Those seeds will be started. The seedlings will be planted. The brooder will be depopulated and saved from catastrophe. I will do it.
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