Of course, I responded to my own instincts (spring fever!) by giving in to the gardening bug that's been whispering in my ear. Forget working inside. Who cares that a third of the house doesn't even have flooring yet, we've got to get this year's garden started!
So last weekend we bought a load of composted horse manure from my husband's commuting buddy, borrowing his rototiller at the same time (you can see in the above photo that we've grown a lovely cover crop of wild grasses over the winter, which we are hoping the tiller will help us with). It was going well for a while, but after about an hour, the old belts gave out, and the tines would no longer cut through the soil.
No problem...hubby got some new belts and we were all set to resume this weekend.
That was until we woke up to this yesterday morning:
We've had flurries off and on all week, but it didn't actually stick until yesterday.
So much for spring. The chickens were less than thrilled (except for our intrepid Bella, below, who is always first in line to check out something new) and spent most of the day inside the coop. The half-naked, freshly moulted ones sat huddled and shivering.
I may not be getting outside to play in the dirt anytime soon, but that gardening bug's not going down without a fight. Most of my seed orders arrived last week, so I've spent the past few days getting a jump on seed starting.
I've got flats of cool weather vegetables on the go, as well as several different kinds of perennial and hardy annual flowers. I haven't started a lot of flowers from seed in the past (aside from those that I've seeded directly into the garden), but there's no way we can afford to buy enough started plants to fill the space that we have now.
Hopefully spring will return before too long and I can start putting some of these things into the ground.