Cooper and Scarlett hang loose.
Dug the last of the garden tonight. I am way behind this year. With luck I will get most of it in this weekend.
The cool weather stuff (lettuce, peas, carrots) could have been in 2 weeks ago. However, on the bright side, the good thing about planting late is everything can go in at once. Beans, kale, tomatoes. . . it’s all up to them.
Time seems to be of the essence now, like always in spring. There is only so much to plant a garden, or spend behind the mountain listening to the creek or watching stars playing hide and seek with the tree tops.
Somehow those old trees can still play tricks and make the most of time.
Willow and the beetle.