All hail La Nina!!

This weather is amazing!!  The sunshine is absolutely, well, decadent.  Really, that's how it feels.  Reveling outdoors in the sunshine and heat (yes! heat!)...in March...is like eating an entire box of Godiva chocolates:  not something you get to do often, so enjoy it while it lasts.  The trees are budding, the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing, and I saw butterflies yesterday!

Things I never thought I'd do in March, in Ohio:

• Get a sunburn.  Even painful red skin is awesome...when it's not from blistering cold!
• Take a bike ride and really enjoy it.  Little Sis and I rode 12 miles.  It was on the bike trail (fairly flat), so nothing like the 6-7 mile round trip I made to work (uphill, both ways).  The only thing that hurt when I was done was my heiney.  I have a friend that does 100 mile bike-a-thons.  I have no idea how she does it.  After our 12 mile ride, I thought I'd have to have my bike seat surgically removed from my...never mind.
• Sweat.  Yes, I am even thrilled to be sweaty and stinky.  Lame, huh?
• Have the windows open.  Ok, sometimes I do have them open in March to hear the frogs, but this time I'm not freezing because of it.
• Have cold wood stoves.  I haven't had them running for at least two weeks.  It's pretty quiet in here without the blower running.

I could go on and on.  I'm just hoping we don't get a freeze to ruin things that are budding ahead of schedule.

The greenhouse is almost done.  I still need to make a few adjustments, but for the most part I can start moving things inside.  I'm starting with my supplies, which are somehow scattered all over the farmstead, including in the house, on the porch, in the shed, in the other shed, in the hay shed...etc....  Once I have everything set up inside the greenhouse, then the plants can come in.  I'll probably move a few plants just to see how they adapt before I risk the entire plant population of my living room.

I can't believe how long it has taken to get this greenhouse back together.  I've hopefully made enough provisions for the wind-tunnel-that-is-my-yard.  Of course this, like any other homesteading project, suffers from the Rule Of Three:  Projects will cost three times as much and take three times as long as they should.

With all the activity- hammering, sawing, climbing ladders, wrestling heavy greenhouse plastic into gravity defying positions, trying not to knock myself off the ladder while scrambling for enough leverage to actually make the goshdarnstupidheaded screws go all the way into the wood without stripping the sonofamonkeybutt heads, and biking - I am literally sore from head to toe.  But, lucky me, I get to take tomorrow off from all that physical labor to have the oil changed in my Soul (literally, figuratively...you pick) and then go shopping...for clothes...for myself...aaaauuuuggghhhh!! 

 I'd rather be covered in the stinky slime water that was somehow encased in the greenhouse plastic!! I do, however, desperately need a new pair of jeans, preferably the kind that will allow me to bend over without fear of showing my bike seat bruised tush to the world, or fear of Little Sis attempting to drop a pencil into the crack of doom.  Whoever designed those low rider jeans never tried to sit down and keep them in place at the same time.  Or maybe they were designed by some creepy exhibitionist.  *shrugs*  Either way, I miss the jeans we had in the '80s.

And now I must prepare myself for tomorrow's grueling task exciting adventure.  I could meditate... or find a nice glass of wine...