Spent the last 2 days working in the yard. Tonight, as the sun set on a 57* day, I sat on the steps of the deck with a cup of coffee in my hand.
I watched the sun set all the way down. I wanted to soak every bit of it in. The weather of the last 2 days is historic, I need to know I got every bit of it.
I know it is the last time I will work in the yard for months.
Months will pass and the snow and cold will prevent me from moving compost around. That thought makes me uncomfortable.
Honestly, seriously, I don't think I am a Northern person. My Southern friends call me Yankee.