Much as I hate to do it (I'm feeling twinges of withdrawal symptoms already), I'm taking a leave of absence from Blogland. In truth, I'm considering not even turning on my computer for a couple/few weeks.
Somewhere, somehow, someway I need to gain extra hours in my day. I've considered sleeping less (which makes Mama Pea a cranky girl), eliminating food preparation and eating (which would make not only me but that guy I live with VERY bad tempered let alone weak and unable to do what needs to be done) and a couple of other totally ridiculous ideas in order to have more time to be spent on gardening and the preparation of our winter fire wood supply. And other things. Like trying to find a balance in our lives.
Much outside work that would normally have been completed in the month of April simply didn't get done because of our crazy, late, heavy snowfalls.
We have yet to enter into warm weather that is conducive to encouraging green and growing things. The continued cold weather has created unneeded complications for started seedlings and food production in general. The last two nights we've dipped down dangerously close to freezing. Highs during the day are only in the 50s. On our warmer days.
Here we are at Memorial Day Weekend and the only thing I have planted in the garden is one bed of onions and the shivering cold frame-covered bed of transplanted salad fixings.
There is much to be done out there, Folks, and my highly-skilled crew of six has, so far, failed to arrive.
Although I will miss reading and commenting on all of your posts this late spring/early summer, backing away from the computer is necessary until I feel I've gained some control of the chaos swirling around me right now.
I may feel a need to turn the machine on and check e-mails every day or so, but I'm not even sure I will do that. We'll have to see if I even remember how to function in LBC (life before computers).
Sending best wishes to you all in the next couple of weeks and hoping the remainder of your holiday weekend is spent just exactly as you wish.
See you . . . when? Who knows. Perhaps sooner than I think. Perhaps not. It all depends on that crew that seems to have gotten lost on the way to our place.
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