Chances are I won’t be planting anything soon. This is an untrustworthy April, so far, with freezing temperatures sneaking in between bright summer-like days just as tornadic winds threaten to blow in.
Dandelions are the only things blooming in our rented yard—the pansies don’t count because their little faces were already yellow and violet when I found them at the store.
Our bumber crop this year will be mud. That sunken cubic footage out back grows plenty. Today I’ll search Google for beneficial uses.