Soon, soon

My world is still covered in white, and I'm getting impatient. In many places, that white is still several feet deep, and oh, I'm frustrated by it.

Tomorrow I'm going to grab a shovel and have at it. If nothing else, I'm going to excavate the raised bed and the old windows that perch on top of it, and I'm going to let that soil warm up enough to plant some greens. The creeping crud for the past week fogged my brain enough that the pot of baby lettuces got left out to fend for themselves one cold night too many, and I have to start over. Frozen spinach is one thing, frozen lettuce is snot.

It promises to reach 45 glorious sunny degrees tomorrow and I'll be outside enjoying it for a little while, anyway. Maybe if I'm feeling ambitious I'll dig a path to the composter.