... I may never get anything done again ever. Like, ever ever ever.
Case in point: This garden project.
First, I nursed the tomatoes from seeds to seedlings in egg cartons. Then I was worried that it wasn't quite warm enough, so I planted all the colder-weather stuff and didn't have room for this stuff. Next, I simply moved the ones that were taller than two inches into pots. After that, husband was persuaded to build a fourth tier of the garden. When it was built, we didn't have enough dirt and nobody has had any energy to go back to Lowe's. So here they sit.
Now, a spider has connected the eggplants, peppers, and tomatoes with her web, and still they are all INSIDE. It is nearly May and the heating pad is still under the peppers. And there's storms predicted for the weekend.
Y'all. If I lose these mail-ordered heirloom plants, Brian will murdelate me. So, this is one time when a gardner is NOT praying for rain. Because losing the crop will definitely not bode well for my next project: Chickens.
As if I need another project.
But Organic Gardening magazine decided to use "Happy Hens: Choosing and Keeping Backyard Chickens" as their cover story. And now I've got chicken fever again. And you can get the chicks in the mail. And Brian is talking about shooting the neighborhood cats so we can keep them in the backyard. He's tempting me. I love cats, and it's not even legal to keep livestock in your backyard in our county, but have y'all seen how regal a Spangled Russian Orloff pullet is? Or a Blue Mille Fleur d'Uccle rooster? Give me strength, Lord because I just do not have enough will power not to order some baby chickens in the mail. I just don't.