round and round and round and round

On Sunday mornings we've combined all three kids' classes for the first 5-10 minutes to work on a song, Only a Boy Named David. The middle of the chorus is "and round and round and round and round and round and round and round...." and my 4th-6th graders love to make fun of that (AND sing it over and over and over...even after the younger classes have gone).

And that's how a I feel about gardening.  Every year, by the end of June, I'm hating myself and wishing I had NOT planted a garden. And every year, by the end of December/first of January, I start thinking about what I could plant where and what I'd like to have. Then by the first of February I see a seed catalogue or get an announcement from a nursery online...and there I go again. round and round and round...

So here we are mid-March, and 3 of the 4 tomato seed sets I've planted are sprouting  (whoohoo!), and I'm still waiting on the peppers. Of course, it's not even been a week, so there's plenty of time before I pronounce them duds. (and here's where you'd cue Weazer from Steel Magnolias saying she doesn't even like tomatoes, but she grows them because that's what southern women do!  I actually do like to EAT tomatoes, but I hate growing them...they stink!)

Today I also have to dig out the incubator and make sure its thermometer and settings are working so we can start incing two goose eggs. Yes, I think it's now official. I have totally lost my mind.

And if that's not crazy enough, Hudson's Hardware starts selling chicks this week. The breeds I want aren't coming in until April, so I have enough time to talk myself into/out of that before then. I do want to head to AL in May, and having young birds for someone else to look after while we're gone for a week is not optimal.

That's the extent of my craziness, at least for the moment. Who knows what I'll come up with tomorrow?