Green Mountain Crop Mob!!!!!

Mid April

Snow. Filed a tax extension yesterday in beautiful sunshine. Snow. April 16th. Snow. In my funny little human head, I mulled over what I could do the change the weather. Snow. Maybe checking the internet forecast will change what is going to happen outside. Snow. Or maybe listening to Rodger Hill on WDEV can convince the weather that it really doesn't want to do what it is going to do. Snow. Like a wrecking ball hitting swung from a crane, my little April 10th last snow weather paradigm was smashed like a wine glass at the mercy of that wrecking ball. Snow. Six days after.......
In an effort to protest the snow I have parked my ass on the couch to blog about it. HA! That'ill show old man weather who's boss! I ll just go ahead and keep the bathrobe on until 8 am and sip coffee all the while! Put that in old man weathers pipe and have em smoke it. Snow.
It is some what concerning that my happiness 100% contingent on the temperature being above 50 degrees, and mostly sunny. I guess I could have a worse affliction. Like happiness contingent upon the Red Sox winning,(what a sorry performance against the Twins- put Lowell back in the line up) or the results from march madness college basketball games.( sure wanted Butler to kick Dukes ass!) But I don't have those afflictions do I?

Rodger had something to say about a Montreal cold front, Josh Beckett is on the mound for the Sox against the Rays, the chores need to be done, and there is a tax return lacking any excuses for incompletion.  And old man weather can kiss my ass!

Pile that wood before diggin the garden

Thank you Gene Ziskie for the chainsaw. As I march out each day to work through a tank of chainsaw gas cutting wood in an effort to pile up enough wood to get us through next winter, gratitude radiates from the orange Huskavarna. I am not sure where I read the saying "stack next years wood before diggin this years garden." But when we ran low on firewood in the rainy days of March, that were not all that cold, I felt the saying spewing through my gut like the spewing unseasoned fire wood that hardly burned, and it sure as hell didn't heat the house.
I remember cursing at Covi when in April, John was out cutting the wood instead of working on the haying equipment. Isn't it funny that what you curse  yesterday will be what you live the next day?
Sounds like the neighbors are doing the same as I. Chainsaws singing in across the valley.
So many distractions to take your focus away from cutting wood for weather that is six months away. The green grass is coming up and we are cheering it along like over bearing parents sideline coaching their kids at a pee wee soccer game. The hoop house is like a tropical paradise when the sun is out. I go in there shedding clothing and hoping to find something to do.
Outside up the hill, there is still dead wood standing, waiting for me to put priorities straight. It could frost in the next couple days, but one thing is for sure winter will come in December, if the firewood is seasoned or not.