Spring is here? Are you ready?

Boy, garden season really snuck up on me this year and I'm way under prepared. Hubby and I have cleaned out the garden, but I'm no where near ready to plant. I've not even started any seedlings. Ack! I don't know how that happened. So I guess my plan is to sow the seeds straight in my garden this year. That shouldn't be too much of a problem though. We only have a teeny little garden in our shady yard here in suburbia. I had also thought about not doing tomatoes this year which makes me really sad. But the plan is to put our house on the market this summer in preperations to move to the country. Yeay! At this point I'd have to buy seedlings and I'd really rather not if I might have to leave them behind. Humn, those plans might change if I can get the supplies together for a container garden. In the meantime, I'm going to content myself with all the squash and beans my little plot will hold while I dream about a huge garden in the country.

This Chick is Crossing the Road!

Why did the chicken cross the road? Ha ha. I'll bet that old joke isn't too funny to the chicken either. I mean, look at it from the chicken's perspective. That's a big road! And there's lots of perils, like those gigantic beast that whizz by, occassionally flattening one of it's coop-mates. From the chicken's perspective, crossing the road must be terrifying. Yet cross, it does.

I think the better question is how did the chicken cross the road? The answer... courage. Sometimes a chicken just has to do what she has to do. So she just sucks it up, puts one foot in front of the other and takes that step.

I guess it's the same with this chick too. Crossing that road from safe, secure suburbia to the unknown, questionable farmlife is just plain scary. I mean, seriously?!?! What am I thinking? I've got a good job(which I'll keep for now), a comfy house, all the Netflix I can watch.

Now don't get me wrong. I've been to the other side of the road before. I was raised working on my families farm. I know it's not all rainbows and kittens. It's hard work. And I'm not exactly a spring chicken any more, you know.

Yet I still feel this yearning to bury my hands in the soil and create. I want to provide for my family in a whole new way, teaching my kids and gradkids to do the same.

So like the chicken, I'll suck it up and put one foot in front of the other until I get to the othe side. Hopefully, I won't become roadkill along the way!