Wow! I can't believe I haven't blogged for six days, it feels like I've only missed a couple. I have no idea why or what I have been doing. It's all a blur. Alien abduction? Just busy, busy, busy, I guess. It has been a good week and it feels like we've turned some kind of corner.
The garden is ready for planting and already has cool weather vegetable seeds scattered. I also spent most of Thursday building a new chicken run for the girls. We are ready if I can just figure out how to keep that little Bantam in the run. She's a little Houdini and I just know if she hasn't already scratched up and eaten our seeds, that as soon as they sprout she will eat them.
I have decided once and for all, at the urging of my chiropractor, to give up on natural rosacea remedies and go ahead and see a dermatologist. He showed me pictures of what my face will look like if I wait to see if "this" and "that" will work. I am just at the beginning stages so am going to try to catch it. I'm allergic to both kinds of antibiotics I've been on, though, so am really nervous to try another. We'll see.
Tax season is over. Hubby's a tax software developer, so this is a huge deal for our little family. Now we can finally take off for a few days. I am so homesick for Florida. Last year at this time I was desperate to get home while oil was spilling into the Gulf. I was so sure my home state was going to be ruined for the remainder of my lifetime. We couldn't get down because my husband was recovering from surgery and had used up all of his vacation days for the surgery. Can't wait to pack up the van, load my little family in with pillows and blankets and drive until I see the silhouette of Spanish Moss dangling from hundred year old oaks, Altoids and Def Leppard to keep me awake. I don't dare listen to my love song to Florida, Ghost Story, by Sting, for fear that Hubby will come home to find us already on our way.
Spring is really here. Everything's green and fluffy. We cleaned up around the concord grape trellis and are ready to train the vines on the new wire we have strung. Maybe this year I will finally get out the wine making kit that my dad passed down to me, to see if I can figure out how to use it. It will be a race to get to the ripened grapes before the deer do. I didn't make it last year. I also didn't get to use many leaves for stuffing before the Japanese Beetles got to them. I'm going to have to find a more aggressive way to fend them off. We have used the little bags that carry attractant, but it never seems to help much. I also read that the attractant causes more problems the following year because they lay eggs near the bag and more beetles emerge in the summer.
Went to Paula Deen's Kitchen last weekend. I'm not a big fan of hers, though I have to admit she's a fabulous cook, just can't tolerate watching her for more than a few minutes on her show. Her restaurant was wonderful. We are so happy to have it close to our home. There aren't many dining choices in an area as small as ours and it was much nicer than I had imagined it would be. I'm going to blog about our experience on Edible Tapestry.
Okay, there's a difference between blogging and rambling. I think I'm rambling at this point. It's now 2 a.m and I'm so sleepy I can't see straight. Time to hit the hay and see what the rest of the week brings. My favorite Ernest Hemingway quote is, "Write drunk, edit sober." I think when I read my sleepy ramblings when the sun comes up I will fully understand what he meant.