Besides the regular cleaning, grading, homeschooling, parenting, and sweeping that is my daily lot, I also learned that double-digging, a la John Jeavons and his crew, isn't bad, especially if you have beautiful, crumbly, moist-cake-crumb soil. One of the compost bins is nice and ready, so I felt very accomplished while spreading it over the bed. Plus, I'm sick enough that running sounds like a very bad idea, so even though this digging made me shake for most of the afternoon, it was at least somewhat active.
The Fuji apples in the front yard have been blooming like it's spring. I don't know if they're on time or just fooled by all of the leftover bath water they've been sucking up. I know some ladies who are pleased by this, though, and it's good timing as not much is in bloom.
The seedlings in the flats are doing well. Besides my own anality, planting carefully in flats would also avoid the carpet of lettuce I'm wrestling with. Planting out teensy leeks
and spinaches and broccolis and cabbages and lettuces is hard enough when they're not tangled up
all over each other.
I wish the little ones could write clearly enough to do the intensive record keeping I'd prefer. I'll have to think of some other way for them to help.