Today was more like a typical early spring day, conducive to getting a lot (of frisbee) done outside.

I got the compost area more organized, then raked and dumped leaves there.

I hoed the strip around the veg garden, except where flowers may be coming back.  I was feeling very accomplished.

Then I went to get the flower seeds I intended to plant now, and discovered somebody had gotten into them, unsealed new ones that I was intending to use at the right times and locations, and apparently did something with some of them.

I was pretty upset and angry (to myself), which I rarely get anymore.  I confided my thoughts on the subject to Loucious, who barked his concern.  No one to my knowledge has ever presumed to take seeds without permission.  It was always my personal dedicated stash in a basement corner, for specific garden projects.

I felt like the one special thing I’ve got there to contribute, a gardener calling, was violated.  I’m sure it wasn’t intentional, but it still felt inconsiderate.  I guess I shouldn’t be so attached to that role; I don’t even really live there.  One day I won’t even be around to care.  I’ll get over it eventually.  Still.  Grr argh.

After that, I halfheartedly sowed a few mixed flower seeds in the small square bed on the back porch, not the ones I had intended, and then gave it up.  Maybe another day I’ll get back to it.