Guess What I'm Thinking About Right Now?

Flowers, yes. The lot. Yes. Seeds. Straw for mulch and silver tip wheat to plant. Seedlings and havesting. Flowers and the pollinators. And are the bulbs we planted in the fall faring well in that scrap-filled lot, and how much more money we can afford to throw at this dream. The usual, in other words. Inching slowly on a ridiculous treadmill toward a goal.

There are seeds though to sow soon (something concrete to do beyond thoughts), more to order and pollinators to look forward to meeting this year, many I'm hoping, for the first time.