Spring Not Spring

It's my favorite time of year - not - when it's a different season when I leave for work than when I come home. Yesterday morning it was 35 when I went in and nearly 60 at lunchtime. Do I shiver in denim on the way in or sweat in wool walking home?

The garden isn't as confused as me, though it is messy. Past Karen did a fabulous job cleaning up the vegetable garden in the back, and the bed along the side of the house is pretty tidy, but the front garden looks like a heap. Much needs to be done, and apparently by me, though not in time for yard waste pickup this week, alas. I ran out of steam.

So instead I'll show the nice bit. Here's the back garden. Eight raised beds waiting to be topped off with a bit more soil and some compost, and three new beds in the back along the garage wall. The empty space at front left is where my hammock frame sits; once everything is growing, I can hide behind my walls of tomatoes and no one can see me. 

The new raised beds are because I fell afoul of the garden section on Temu. I didn't know they had one, but it found me, and then I somehow acquired three circular beds, a garden cart, netting bags for my fruit trees and smaller ones for the blueberry bushes, and two obelisk trellises for the big pots that anchor the corners of the front yard.

Oops. 

Insomnia shopping for the win.

I'm still gathering seeds and making my diagram for the vegetable garden, but another thing I acquired this year was an electric pressure canner, so I can vary my produce a bit more as I'll have other ways to preserve it than just freezing and water bath canning.