I feel like a 14 year old girl sitting on the row of chairs along the wall at a Jr. High dance, waiting for someone to pick me. Wondering if my dress is too frumpy, or my hair too lank, or my knees too knobby. . .
I haven't gone out to work yet. But I await the summons.
It is an interesting state of affairs, being on call. One feels compelled to do little projects "NOW" rather than later, as who knows what one will be doing "later". Not a bad thing all in all I have decided. Prevents stagnation in the chores department.
I pulled ALL the weeds in the two raised beds today. Griffen helped by jumping up and down in the soft dirt, and batting it around with his tail. Cheeky beast. . . . I suppose I could plant some lettuce or spinach or chard now. I should look through the seed catalog for inspiration. It seems so early. And you will never believe me when I tell you that the peach tree is preparing to bloom. I saw several little dark pink buds today. Closed tight, but pink nevertheless. I will have to play "bee" again this year with my soft paintbrush and pollinate them. The honey bees are nowhere near to coming out to play just yet, and I don't blame them, what with mini tornados, and rain, and wind and all.
Started another wool bag to felt. This one is watermelon pinkish red and will have a lime green accent color when I am finished. I like it already. But I will have to mention, no matter how carefully I follow the pattern, each one has a shape and feel and shrink factor of its own. I am preparing myself for "unique" every time I make one of these things! You can forget all your control freak techniques if you take up this hobby.
Well, that's about it from the homestead today.