Not much to report here this weekend. Miss March (link to a letter I wrote) is thumbing her nose at us once again and giving us a really crappy weekend.
40's and drizzly rain. Not enough rain to soak the soil mind you, but just enough rain to keep you from working on projects outside.
All the blooming trees and bushes are in a state of "pause" with the drop in temps. It's like going into a florists refrigerator out there.
Could I show you that the lettuce has sprouted in the hoop house? Yep. Could I show you that the peas are popping up? Sure. But they're huddled so close to the soil that's it's not worth the picture. The onions look the same as when I planted them. Little toy solders.
The tomato starts have their second leaves forming and the sweet peppers are peeking their heads up out of the soil. I've been moving them back and forth from under the grow light on the counter to the south facing window whenever the sun is out, which ain't happening today.
Ah, the madness of March. So close and yet so far.
So we'll let her be the little stinker that she is. SM will plant his tookus in his chair and enjoy a weekend of College B-Ball tournaments. Go Bucks!
Me? I guess I'll be doing the usual. Cooking, cleaning and browsing your blogs.
Are you getting as stir crazy as I am?