Mother Nature is telling me to stay inside

Somedays I feel as though, maybe, Mother Nature is telling me to stay inside.  Like today.  Preparing a bed for the second planting of brassicas, happily turning from the wind, and then it starts hailing. Okay, I say, I can head into the greenhouse.

I’m learning the interplay between control and digression, respect and responsibility to the job.  I can only wait so long to plant things, because the people need to eat.  Yet, what can you do when a sunshower turns into a hailstorm.  Not much.

It’s almost time to plant beans here in the banana belt.

And it’s time to repot some early tomatoes.  I hope I can till in the next few days.  I hope the CSA fills up soon.  And, I hope to get some more sleep.