Is it just me, or is February the new March?  February used to seem like dead of winter, while normally I’d be tending my seedlings down in the “lab”.  It’s been mild enough to be outside almost every day, with Loucious and frisbee of course, and I notice so many flower shoots coming up, even with L sitting on them.

Yesterday I restrung some of the fairy lights around most of the veg garden fence.  Then I unstrung the old ones from around the tree.  They were starting to be absorbed into the tree bark!  This will be the year of mini-Garden Glow, when I get done!

It’s actually almost time to sow peas, lettuce, and spinach outside.  I’m still deciding between the raised beds and the main veg garden.  I think the former, where it will stay cooler longer.  I want more room in the latter for tomatoes and other large warm-weather crops.

This is why I’m up in the middle of the night.  Since it seems I’m doomed to never hibernate anyway (too many waking tasks to learn to take over), all I can think of is not missing a second of spring, which apparently starts in February.  The whole world may be self-destructing around me, but dammit, I’ll be out there beautifying what’s left!  It keeps my mind off the horror.

Also off my side effects, which I won’t enumerate (much).  The other day I almost impaled my head on a small tree stump, because I get light-headed and off-balance, but I didn’t let that stop me!  I get nauseous a lot, but it passes.  I won’t bore you with the others.

Look at this worn-out doggy!  I know the feeling!