Lunch break. I'm starving.
It's awful out there- cold, dreary, wet, occasional drizzle to light rain. My clothes are damp, bluejean hems wet, garden gloves wet despite having rubber palms and fingers. My waterproof gardening shoes aren't waterproof any more, you could wring out my socks. Now inside for lunch, I'm wearing my fuzzy polartec slippers to thaw my toes.
I really shouldn't be digging at all in my wet clay, but can't delay any longer. I'll get back out there soon.
Karen
