Well, the plan for yesterday was a good one. It's spring and my intention was to kick back and soak up the sun.
Something I've never been able to do.
Instead, because of the great weather and the fact that there is so much that needs to be done around the estate, I now have cuts and scratches on both hands, aching muscles, and sunburned ears (I forgot to wear my wide-brimmed straw hat).
I spread 240 pounds of lime on my (rather expansive) lawn, repaired some wooden furniture, harrowed (look it up), rolled out the chipper/shredder and got it ready for use next weekend, spread manure, spread grass seed, mounted a bird feeder and a bird house, and took the cages off a number of pine seedlings (If I don't protect them, the deer eat them in the wintertime.)
The only saving grace was in my having time yesterday evening to smoke a cigar, drink a bottle of Zinfandel, and barbecue some delectable chicken breasts (I'd give you my wife's secret marinade recipe but I'd then have to kill you.).
Though I feel the need to stick my head in the toilet this morning and get it over with, all in all, it was a glorious day.
