This is the weekend.

My garden plot is rototilled (thanks to my very kind neighbor); I’ve bought my seeds and plants; I’ve sketched out a layout; I’ve got some (organic) manure; the weather forecast is good.

Tomorrow I put in my garden.

Visions of ripe juicy tomatoes dance in my head; Sacks of potatoes, enough to carry me through the winter thunder into my cellar; freezer bags of carrots tucked away in a back corner of my freezer. Maybe I’ll make some picallili.

Hope springs eternal.

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