I am looking out my dining room window at big, fat snowflakes falling from the sky. I checked the calender, just to make sure, and was pleased to note that I have not lost all sense of time. It really is May 7th.
K, just so y'all are getting this: There is snow falling on my gardens in May. We didn't have any snow for the last two months, but there are these ugly white snowballs falling from the sky in May.
I am so glad I didn't actually plant out my garden early, as I was tempted to do. I went back and forth on the issue so many times, since the weather has been so nice. I was worried that I was going to regret not putting my garden in early, losing out on these early growing days. Now I am glad I was cautious.
*sigh*
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In other news, Little Sprout is broken-hearted. She forgot her "sky-goat" at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Oh, the horror!
Wait, you don't know what a "sky-goat" is? Well, neither did I. It took me almost an hour of her crying and whining about it before I figured out she meant her kaleidoscope.
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I have to remind myself that this is Minnesota! Anything can happen!
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