April 1st arrives along with a challenge: the A to Z Blogging Challenge, to be precise. Along with some 2000+ other bloggers, we’ll be posting 26 posts during the month of April, each beginning with a letter of the alphabet (we get Sundays off). I signed up a while ago thinking that surely thing would have settled down a bit around here by now. Hah! Somehow, life is busier than ever and the thought of 26 posts over the next month is a tad horrifying.
The TO-DO list has developed some kind of multiplying plague – every time I scratch something off (Move Storage Container) six more items appear (finish chicken turn-out pen, change fences in garden to keep ducks/winter weed-control-team out, plant peas, plant potatoes, start more seeds in greenhouse, harden off larger seedlings, sort best breeding turkeys and establish new pen, continue plow training with Brio…).
That said, the DONE list is looking pretty good these days, mostly thanks to my marvelous German visitors. We now have a new farrowing shed, a new portable hog shed (in position in the leased field at Maypenny Farm), moved the shipping container, made new curtains for the guest room, planted rhubarb, dug drainage ditches, sanded and oiled the downstairs kitchen counters, put another coat of stain on the cupboard doors, cleaned out the brooding house, and moved the latch on the turkey house door. That last item may have been a task needing only three minutes and a single tool but the To-Do list had got so out of hand that it took me six months to get to it!! The greenhouse was scrubbed and polished and trays prepped in good time for the season and the daily general help around the place has been just fantastic.
Huh. I started out thinking this was going to be a doom and gloom post about how my TO-DO list simply could not handle the addition of 26 blog posts this month, but once I started looking at all we have accomplished around here over the past few weeks, maybe I will find a way to manage after all.
(For regular readers: Turkey hen update: She lives!! The hen who was rescued from the eagle’s talons of death a few days ago is doing just fine – eating, drinking, pooping, and chatting.)