We still have piles of snow . . .
. . . as you can see by these plowed up piles by the beginning of our driveway.
The raised beds aren't totally snow-free yet. The blueberry bushes are in the upper left side of the picture, and they're still about half buried in snow.
A good half of the field garden, to the right of the raised beds, is peeking through.
And although we do have dry gravel in spots, there are still many areas like this.
The pond remains frozen except in spots around the edges. You can see some of the chickens sampling that cold, cold water.
I've got a bit of wood working to do. I've been working on splitting up the remaining bundles of wood slated for kindling and getting it into the kindling bin.
The bundles needed to be moved out of this section of the wood shed so we can start stacking large pieces of winter wood in there. These few bundles are all that remain so that task will be done PDQ.
A task that will take me quite a bit longer are these bundles of soft wood that need to be split (not as small as kindling) for setting on top of the kindling to get the fires going well before putting in big pieces that will burn for hours. They ended up stored in a spot where we'll need to stack more of those large pieces of winter wood. (Who engineered this?) The picture shows only half the bundles I need to work up. Another bunch of the same quantity is across the aisle.
And speaking of those large pieces, Papa Pea, Mama Pea (yours truly), Chicken Mama and her partner, from now on referred to as Gilligan (not his real name but an inside family joke), are working together to get wood put up for both households. Above Papa Pea is working on one end of the wood pile . . .
. . . while Gilligan works on the other end.
We already have a few days of work laid out for the four of us when we attack this pile that next needs to be split and stacked.
Yep, even though it's still wet and kinda muddy out there, it's time to get going on the spring time outside chores. No more lounging around all day inside in front of the fire!
Hunkered In ~ from the handiwork journal
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