Is my thumb green or black this year? Time will tell.

 Somedays I write about things that are deep. Some days I write about quirky things. Sometimes about the busy-ness of every day life. Sometimes about hopes and dreams. 

Tonight is the second night in a row I've been stumped. Last night ended up being a hodge-podge summary of the day since I was super-duper late with my post. 

I am enjoying the warmth of Springtime. The warm afternoons, and no jacket weather. The part I don't like is that it is simply a foretelling of what is yet to come.... heat. Every year, I like summertime a little bit less. I used to love, love, love wintertime. When I was a kid and even as a young adult. But I've also grown to hate the extremes in winter. The ice and cold and plummeting temps. So all that really leaves me is Spring and Fall. And I do love them. But I also feel the foreboding in them of the season to follow. 

Sprintime is for planting and some yars I've had a green thumb. When I do, I love planting and tending and fussing over my plants. But other years it seems as though my plants were destined to die and no matter what new thing I try or old farmers almanac trick or wives' tale, they just seem determmined to die. This discourages me the next opportunity I get to plant the plants. I have decided to try. Yesterday I started some garden plants in peat pots. I think I am behind the curve already for planting seeds but I've decided to give it the ole college try. The trick will be finding a space where I can protect tomatoes, and peppers, and cucumbers, and melons from the chickens and goats, and also access them freely enough to keep them well-nourished and watered.

Wish me luck! 

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