Is it time for your medication or mine?

Yesterday was the first really nice day we've had since, like, October, and it was also the spring workday for garden #4. My bed there is now nicely topped up with compost and I will put asparagus and rhubarb in when I get back from the Obligatory Family Event next week. (I also got a bunch of numbers from fellow gardeners and am going to try to organize an expedition to a local native nursery.)

Today was a little chillier and windy, but I got out and planted four kinds of peas (Snak Hero, Cascadia, Mammoth Melting, and a sweet pea mix) and pruned the rosemary in my plot in garden #1. Providence is so beautiful in the spring, and everything has started blooming practically overnight, trees foaming with white and pink and gold, daffodils and tulips and violets glowing.

Tomorrow is the election for the board for the group backing garden #3, I am not running and no one can make me.

ETA: Goddamn it, I am informed no one has volunteered to lead the infrastructure committee, which is what I care about anyway. But I only care about a subset of things in infrastructure (benches and the pollinator garden) and what I have said before still applies: I don't want to be in charge of shit! I am very good at it but it is very bad for me! This is not how I want to spend my one wild and precious life!

Eeeeeeee I think I get to host a seder! I was resigning myself to it not happening this year, but it might be! I'm so glad I went ahead and did the haggadah revisions even though I didn't know if I'd use it. (I thought that doing the revisions might have to be Enough for the experience this year, but now I get to use them.)

A. says she'll bring wine and matzah ball soup, so I can make a watermelon-feta salad and rhubarb-soy duck with roast potatoes, and I can just poach some pears and get ice cream and call it a day.