Wednesday, 7:00 AM. 32 degrees, wind W, calm. The sky is clear, and the barometer predicts the same. The weak low has given up without producing any rain.
Today will be devoted to yard and garden cleanup. I am way behind the competition; The Boneys have their big vegetable garden cleaned, and probably have their peas in. They have plastic refuse bags piled like cordwood by the roadside, and Martha Larsen, just back from a winter in Florida, has her French fantasy landscape sparkling. Except for a Bayfield in Bloom meeting I will be hustling in the garden.
The ferry is struggling through pack ice again this morning, so how late can I really be in my spring gardening duties?
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