It's cold out. Reaallll cold. And windy. (still 60ºF in my room, as well). Meaning that yesterday when I had these grand plans to do all of the things I needed to do up in the garden, I put one hand in the freezing cold damp soil and totally chickened out. Than drank a pot of tea and read a Swedish cookbook.
But it is supposed to be 70 on Thursday, with no rain...meaning I will finally get to muck in the dirt and get things planted. Progress.