It is spring ....

Short.

Sweet.

And right to the point.

It is spring. And I am exhausted.

Since last Sunday …

I taught a cooking class.

I helped plant Blossom Boxes.

I helped plant more Blossom Boxes.

I panicked ordered more plants for said Blossom Boxes.

The pink Barbie Dream House Porta Potty arrived. That signals the true sign of spring at Miss Eff's.

I made jam.

I made more jam.

I hosted my first Hipcamper of the season. She was a delightful woman from Michigan driving to South Dakota and beyond to find land to flower farm again.

This week … I might have given her mine.

I made granola and hosted the first FarmHer's Market of the season here on the farm.

It was so cold, I wore this …

Icelandic wool. Appropriate for January. Not May.

I went to Kolona Iowa to buy supplies for the above mentioned jam.

Connie and I had 12 hours of Blossom Box pick up … which consist of sitting in the sun and wind, trying to recognize 100+ people. All the while, checking on little flowers … that didn't want to leave their cozy abodes in Connie's snug greenhouses.

I was surprised by the return Smelly Cat in the basement.

I am not a fan.

A new plan is in place…

Hopefully, there will be news on that front at 11.

And Uplifted Energies were on the farm with a Sound Bath on Friday evening. There will be another sound bath on May 29th. It is such a calming experience.

Spring is hard.

And the lists are really long.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

I will talk to you later.

Cathy

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