Our rainy spell is over. Time for the puddles to drain and the mud to harden up around the trail. Little shoots are coming up, snowdrops, crocus and such. I’ve been working on our firewood for next year processing the maple that we felled last week. It’s that time of year.
This guy is enjoying his chemo vacation with missing my treatment last time. Yea, could get used to this. I’m back to the hospital this coming Wednesday and Friday. It’s gone way to quickly.
I’ve picked out my corn seed from the catalog. I will stick with the three variety succession planting that I did last year, Sugar Buns, Bodacious and Golden Jubilee. That gives us 4-5 weeks of solid sweet corn. Have to try my hardest for a good harvest to feed the pilgrims coming for the Caminoheads Rendezvous. That’s August 23-26.
Ah, I just got news from My Rebecca that a friend has died. That’s Lauren Lane Powell who was active in the Treshold Choir here in the States. She came here for a visit last year. A bright light and strong spirit finally overwhelmed by cancer.
As a teenager I made an observation that too many people died in late winter. Like it is a big hurtle to make it to spring and it is just too much for many. I have no idea if that really is the case or not but it seems true.
Time to get going for Felipé. Have to take advantage of the weather. See you all tomorrow. Hurtling over late winter loves, Felipé.