Sowing has begun

The tomato, leek and onion seeds were sown Monday night. I have more pop bottles to carve up this evening, since the Mr. will be bowling tonight. He objects to the squeals they make as I slaughter them.

At the moment the garden is still covered in snow drift, but hopefully I can get out there soon and put down more black plastic.

My cardinal pair have been hanging around with the juncos. I put some black sunflower seed out for them, but something else got in there as well. The marble-sized turds certainly aren't rabbit. I'm afraid it's a groundhog. A co-worker volunteered to get the rabbits in the yard, maybe he'd get a groundhog too. I've also observed a brace of male pheasants wandering about the front garden. Something else saw them as well because I found a pair of tail feathers with flesh still attached- a hawk or possibly an owl.

Sunny and seven (whoops! bumped up to ten)

The Mr. may be the luckiest husband in the world. I don't insist on anything for Valentine's day, my birthday or our anniversary. I buy myself presents and he keeps silent. And even then, I'm buying myself rose plants and not that pathetic "journey" necklace the ads have been flogging. 5 roses from Vintage Garden.

I ordered potatoes January 12 and seeds February 7.

I just found out my student employee is friends with Chief Sitting Bull's something great grandson. More later.