French toast with tea. It's raining, wind gusts above 20mph, 45°f (7°C). Heat is back on and is likely to stay on.
I'm gonna be really antsy about not being in the garden today and tomorrow.

Wednesday is an okay day. The peas are growing and need a
trellis, I'm sure. The tomatoes were already showing signs of beetle damage, brassicas too.
The next planting of sweet corn is started in the greenhouse and will need to be set out, soon.
And, then there are the weeds. I did have time for running the tiller last time, knowing that the weeds will be back with the rain. It's not entirely futile because, if I can hit that ground again, most weeds under ground for 2 weeks will die. Besides, garden plants need a greater soil depth than what I have for those last few beds. Meanwhile, the early crops are growing and some will be harvested with that ground becoming available!
And, here I sit. Not even wanting to drag the garbage can out to the curb in the rain and wind.

Steve
feels like i have moved back to the coast ...