Phoning it in.
Michael is doing one of his long days at work. He's out of here by 6 am and probably won't be home until after midnight. That leaves me to be catch as catch can about meals. I spent all day in both gardens planting peas, onion sets, chard, and romaine lettuce, doing some tilling and lots of raking. The chickies kept me company while I was down at the lower 40 and Marley, Megan's half grown kitten, was practicing stalking them. Either Mabrey, Megan's full grown cat, has warned Marley that the girls can beat the snot out of him or he's figured it out watching Mabrey turn tail and run. Either way, it's amusing.
I don't remember what lunch was, I pretty much just raided the fridge and then headed back out. Supper was using up bits and pieces. There was a little free-range turkey stock left and in that I poached about 10 cloves of our homegrown garlic, Asian greens from the Harvest Moon, and two of our eggs. The cilantro that's been growing all winter still is growing so I ran out and cut some of that. Some lime juice and some sriracha, a few rice noodles and I ended up with a faux pho.
A couple of aspirin for spring gardening aches, a steamy shower, a steamy, comforting bowl of soup to eat with a movie, and I'm ready to call it a day.