I grew up hearing the old farmers' saying, "Snow is poor man's fertilizer."
Well, Mother Nature is delivering another load of poor man's fertilizer to us again today.
We've got comin' up on two inches of the stuff so far and it's still coming down.
This is our driveway as it comes into the back of the house. Sure hope we don't get enough that we have to think about plowing again.
This picture taken from hubby's second floor office window shows most of our twenty-six raised garden beds, a corner of the pumpkin patch and most of the field garden. (Whaddaya mean it looks like Antarctica?)
Excuse me. I must go now and plant my peas. (Insert hysterical laughter.)
the quotidian (3.19.18)
11 hours ago