Calling for a frost tonight. Damnit. I covered my tomatoes. I will risk the rest mostly because I can’t find anything else to cover the plants unless I use sheets or something and it is pouring rain and super muddy. It really chaps my hide that there is one blue bag–screws up the whole aesthetic. But I haven’t bought plastic bags in years so it was a scavenger hunt to see what I could find in the garage. I was simultaneously annoyed and impressed that we don’t have any plastic bags under the roof.
The good news is the spinach, peas, radish, potatoes, beets, onions, rhubarb and lettuce are celebrating.
Instead of thinking about the fact that it effing snowed this morning and the current temperature is 39 degrees and I am wearing a scarf, I’d rather think about the babe gifts I made last weekend. More onesies for my procreating friends.
I am obsessed and I think I am getting better at designs and such. But that chicken needs a little outline to her comb and feet. The first one I made was better. I picked the wrong fabric; it shouldn’t have any white spaces. I think I’ll add some red thready outline and it’ll work. I am quite pleased with the ice cream cone, modeled after a really expensive kid shirt I saw in a catalog. It was a bitch but turned out cuter than a bug’s ear.