Wasn’t there snow on the ground a couple of weeks ago? Now the trees are popping, the piggies are sloppin’ and though I’ve been working steadily outside every day, I’m feeling behind on planting my garden. Ugh. Farmers have every right to bitch about the unpredictability of weather. But today, I feel I need to bitch about the unpredictability of Time. Where does it go? Why doesn’t it go faster? Why doesn’t it go slower? WTF?