Yesterday it was in the 60s, so Misu and I got a lot of gardening done.  I turned over the whole compost pile, took wagonloads of it to the veg garden, and spread it on top.  Misu had fun rolling in the dust, making sure it was nice and friable.  Then I cleaned up the compost corner and got it ready for more, with Misu supervising.  She even test-rode the wagon.  Then she rested from all the hard work and had a drink.  As did I.

I’m realizing how out of shape and easily tired I get now.  There’s no way I could have gone back to my hort job or lasted long there, after five years of forced sedentary existence in NJ.  By now it would be out of the question.  I get exhausted from just one day of moderate exertion.  It only makes me more determined to keep at it.  With help from Misu, of course.

Today is supposed to reach almost 70°, so you know where I’ll be.  Especially since it’s supposed to start raining and then freezing for a week.  This volatile roller coaster of a climate is very disconcerting.  It’s somewhat like its human counterparts down here, who can be deceptively warm and friendly on the surface, but then turn around and prove to be cold and intolerant.  It takes some getting used to.