Spring Planting

It’s still annoyingly cold outside.  20° was balmy weather in February when sub-zero temperatures were the norm. But just a few days of thaw was enough to trigger the biological shift back to being warm blooded again. Last year at this time I was tilling the ground, making beds and laying plastic. Today the ground is literally frozen with a one inch crust. I can’t even do something as basic as take a soil test.

Luckily, we live in an age which provides all sorts of useless stuff to do while waiting for something to happen, like explore social media. This blog is a direct result of the extra hours generated by the permafrost that still clings tenaciously on the cusp of spring. I’ve become so desperate for an outlet from the spring fever that’s barely keeping me warm that I actually started a Twitter account. My instinct about Twitter is that it’s like having a third arm: it might sound like it would help you get things done faster, but will probably wind up interfering with the other two so that nothing actually gets accomplished. At least having all these virtual connections makes it look like I’m productive.

There is the greenhouse and the high tunnel to help me from wandering aimlessly through the cyber world of limitless pithy commentary all under a 140 characters. The pictures in this post prove that I have not completely succumbed to the hash tag sirens that threaten annihilate real discourse with truncated thought. But if you’re into that sort of thing, definitely follow me so I can go to sleep at night with a minimal sense of self worth. So far I’ve only received one tweet and the irrational fear of not having a constant audience of chirping friends is gnawing at my ego like a possum on a stray chicken.