It is 47-degrees this morning. Wait. Yesterday it was 29-degrees at 6 a.m.
Where is spring?
My winter coat is packed up. My sweats are up in the attic. Oh, did I mention that my ice scraper had been stowed, too?? Yeppers. Needed 'em all.
Only one bit of joy in all this.
We have only planted potatoes. Thank goodness. Many of my friends have lost their entire garden in this late freeze.
Procrastinators everywhere, rejoice! We finally won one!