It was such a beautiful weekend here. Coffees were had on the patio, while we soaked up the warm sun. Deer nosed around nearby looking for tasty new growth. The birds were extra talkative, singing all day long. A little chipmunk even came to visit. It feels so much like spring!
Talk of the garden has been ongoing around here, even though somehow it still feels so early to me. I looked back on my blog, and to my surprise, I was planting seeds less than a week from now last year. And I started journaling about last year’s garden in the beginning of March.
On Saturday, we bundled up in the late afternoon to do some outdoor chores. We took all the compost down to “the big bin”
and then we headed down to check out the hoop house, still full of a dried-up tangle of tomato plants.
We gathered up a few tools, and jumped right in.
Between us, we made pretty quick work of cutting the overgrown grass path and clearing out the beds. There is now just a bit of weeding to do, and then we will ready the beds for planting.
We talked about a few improvements to be made, and what we will grow in there this year.
When we were finished, we headed inside to the most amazing smell of fresh bread, just finished baking. I mean AMAZING. I wish I could display smell on the blog.
This was somewhat of an experimental loaf, and it turned out to quite possibly be one our all time favorites, ever. I love when that happens. Onion, chili, caraway, dill, with a fresh flour blend of quinoa, corn, millet and rice.
We made a huge pot of soup, with mostly root vegetables from our garden, and then settled into a long and relaxing, productive evening.
I often have no concept of weekends vs weekdays, but this weekend felt like a real weekend. Yes, I really do like weekends.
Welcome to the new week, friends. How was your weekend?