Best Laid Plans
This. This is our lives now.
We’re paralyzed by the weather. What at first appeared like the cool kiss of relief has quickly turned vengeful jilted lover. We have a waiting line of plants (that are not that patient) and seeds (that are) hoping for places to spread their roots. We have hoes sharpened and ready to protect the plants we managed to get out before this onslaught. But the sun never comes and the rain never dries and the weeds are winning and we’re in triage mode.
We had a beautiful plan for fall. A best laid plan even. But circumstances shift and we find ourselves on much muddier ground. Time for business meetings and number crunching and a general scramble. We miss Sage and Eli and worry that we put too much on the shoulders of our employees. We call in the reinforcements. I hope they bring rain jackets.