Spring, at my house on Beaver Island, is a busy time.
There is a narrow window of opportunity – between the snow melt and biting black fly season – to get everything possible done in the gardens.
I used to say, “If I only had more time…”
I realize now, after a few free days that could have been dedicated exclusively to yard work, time is not the only problem! I’m no longer able to spend six to eight hours on my hands and knees tending flower beds. I cannot spend three hours with a shovel and a wheelbarrow, double digging each of my raised vegetable beds. How did I ever do it? I can’t do it anymore.
I’m aiming for one hour a day, every single day.
The temperatures have dropped again. Yesterday I worked outside in my parka and knit gloves!
There is still so much to do!