The Scrambled Spring

In normal years, I plant potatoes in March.

In April, I clean the barn and plant lettuce, spinach and beets in the garden.

In mid-May, I plant the rest of the garden.

In late May, I listen to the steady rhythm of the hay baling machines.

In early June, I pluck strawberries from the garden and check the pine trees for worms.

But on this Memorial Day weekend, I'm acclimating to 90 degree heat, mowing the yard, preparing the garden for planting, and treating the pine trees for worms. If the ground dries in a few days, the spouse will spread manure onto unplanted fields, and I'll fill the spreader again -- this time when I clean the ram pen.