Spring mud

Will the rain never end?
Puddles and ooze. The animals look damp and resentful.
We're all impatient to be tramping the yard.
Last Sunday I planted Amish peas and spinach, moved the lemon balm and hyssop, transplanted cauliflower and pulled up a couple salsify which had wintered over well.
I'm itching to get back into the garden AKA mud pit--hoping the sun will rub hands together.

Stephany is arriving in Boston late Saturday night, and I can't think of a better Easter gift. We haven't seen her in three and a half years. Can't wait till she sees the farm!