PICTURE ME as a squinty-eyed little raccoon sitting at the computer, peering at the screen and wondering if what I write is what I intend if I can’t see it. Nothing wrong with my eyes. But after eyelid surgery I’m having to keep antibiotic ointment on my incisions, and it leaks down into my eyes sod turns everything blurry. So doing is a struggle. I managed to transplant some houseplants and rig a little rack for the seed starter unit, so the day wasn’t entirely wasted, just mostly.
Next, I’ll count out potatoes to go in their bed, since it’s St. Paddy’s Day. Or as some pagan Unitarians call it, “All Snakes Day.” It tickles me to see some folks refer to it as St. Patty’s Day, as that would be another saint altogether. But I’ve made greater error for sure, probably in this blog post. More garden news to come, but I gotta go rest my eyes. Happy day, whatever its name.