There seems to be no end to the work. I don't know where to begin - or when to stop.
I truly do try to make Sunday my day of rest. I didn't do too badly. Went to church, then visited with a good friend afterward. She has the most wonderful strawberry bed, and mine took a hit during the winter of 2009, with temperatures reaching 26º below zero. I left her place with about 30 plants. Okay, that is another job, isn't it? But when I came home, I didn't plant strawberries because I realized that I had forgotten to plant more basil on the last "leaf" day. I had a half hour before the calendar said it was time for "fruit," so I ran out to the greenhouse and put in enough seeds for about 200 pots of basil, three stems to a pot. By the time I was done, calendar had flipped to "fruit" and I began potting up tomato seedlings. I had to print up labels and then was interrupted by another leak in the water line that had to be dealt with immediately. In the end, I only got 60 tomato plants potted up. There are about 1,500 more waiting for me. Sigh . . .
Potatoes will go in Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, root days. I'm going back to Phyllis's for our monthly handwork circle, a pleasant time, always. I'm knitting a pair of socks - well, I'm only knitting ONE sock right now. Two at once would be quite a feet - I'm mean feat - wouldn't you say? Androo will be planting the last of the Ailsa Craig onions that we started in the atrium in January while I am relaxing with my friends. There have to be a few days like that, hey?
It is raining a bit again. Perfect weather for all of those plants we put in on Friday. While I wish I could call on the elves to plant and seed while I sleep, I will settle for the continued cooperation of Mother Nature.