Fork

Temperatures are into the fifties. Not a snowflake on the ground. This lack of cover reveals the pitiable sight of my gardens, chock full of detritus from seasons past. Dead twigs, leaves, pine cones, and a surprisingly large area of tenacious little weedy greens resembling miniature clover.



My beautifully weighted trusty hand fork has mysteriously gone missing. So I pulled out the big guns for my attack on the garden beds. I'm feeling a bit overrun in general and not just in the garden bed area. Between the DIY basement bathroom (so close to being finished!), planning the kitchen renovation (so close to getting started!), school PTO commitments, and the regular cooking, cleaning, chauffeuring, and household management, I'm being pulled like taffy. Not as sweet though.

Fork. Inspiration failed to fire today. Composition never felt right.