The sun is finally shining, birds are twittering in the trees and my tulips are up getting ready to bloom. I haven't had a chance to even think about getting into the garden as of yet. This theatre thing keeps interferring. I'm glad the final show has been put to bed so we can now concentrate on getting the political crap out of the way and start running our theatre. I would love to write a script for a day time soap opera about the people and politics but a)I wouldn't know where to start and b) apparently they like believable scripts.

The tent trailer is up and airing out. We are already trying to figure out the first weekend we can go camping depsite all the work that needs to be done in the yard and on the house. It becomes a toss up as to what we can ignore for the longest. Personally, I'm all for ignoring it all until the dust bunnies become violent and start attacking the Chihuahua's but Hubby tends to get a little grumpy about that.

The dishes are waiting to be cleaned but its a nice day out and I think I will take advantage of it. My garden is looking a little gothic and needs to be picked up and cleaned out. I finally can go play in the dirt. I love the feel of the dirt. For a kid who hated the sand box I sure love my garden dirt. I think I like the process of planning it from where I want to expand the strawberry patch to which direction to plant the beets. I've missed my garden.

On that note...