isotretinoin without rx Work has started at the nursery, and between manual labor there and manual labor at the cabin I’ve had a very full and generally lovely past week. Down in the Hudson Valley and in New York it has gotten quite warm, while here spring is just finally arriving. The snow almost all melted today: the rain that is coming in the next few days should finish it off. When the next dry spell comes I’ll be able to drive to my cabin again, unload the extra weight the truck’s been carrying for snow traction, and it will officially be mid-spring.
buy gabapentin usa Every day of good weather when I can work outdoors is precious now. The plants are still all a bit stunned by the good weather, and it is easy to pull them up if you want to – they haven’t quite gotten themselves together enough to resist. It’s a great time for weeding, and once I’m done with a bed I “bark” the results – meaning I put bark down around the desirable plants. All winter I’ve been stripping firewood of its bark, both when I cut it and when it goes into the fire, and now I get to use it all. It makes great mulch, and lasts for years. It saves almost an infinite amount of later labor in weeding, and makes it possible to have a garden without supplemental water. I can never quite get to all the weeding and barking that could be done, but knowing how efficient and effective it is makes me very happy to do whatever I can.
At this time of year the birds are the most noticeable feature of the forest. Dozens of little passeriforms wander about all day, either in flocks or in pairs, pecking away at whatever small things they see on the ground. They sing in the morning and browse away the remainder of the day. My garden has been territory for a robin for the past few years, and his song charms me anew every spring evening. And a pair of barred owls have been speaking to each other during the night, whether of love or war or both I know not.
This morning I came out and after investigating all the progress in my garden, I paused and saw all the little birds, dozens of them, and the chipmunks, four or five, all scouring the ground for little seeds and treats, and I was amazed at it all, taking place in something that felt like endlessness here on Wildcat Mountain. It was a “peaceable kingdom” moment – we few, at least, could live together in some peace.
I set out my lettuce today – it has been incubating for the past few weeks in a seed flat – and I seeded some more directly into the bed. It will have some frosts to deal with, but I have given it an opportunity. And I feel about the same about myself.
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