Spring brings fresh little puddles

My nails are cracked and breaking, and my hands are terribly dry. It must be Spring! I've had my hands in the pots the past two days, prepping and humming and loving all over everything.

I've had to cut back my violets and my massive aloe plants, but that shall only make them grow more vigorously, so I don't hear them complaining. The aloe weeped over my worktop a little but I've bottled the gel, so it's content in having found a use for itself besides growing. I do hate being cruel to my beautiful loves, but they are all the better for it in the long run. I suppose it can't all be fun and games. The poor violets haven't sprouted in months and their leaves were scraggly. It had to be done.

In brighter news I've started some mint seeds, and some dill. I ran out of mint ages ago and was having to drag myself into supernatural foods to buy the tiny little organic bags that cost more than the jar I store them in. But that's life in a small city I suppose. My local grocery store has started carrying fresh bagged herbs, but I tend to shy away from those... They just don't have any appeal. Laying there, slightly wilted, wrapped in plastic with condensed moisture on the inside breeding Lord knows what - you just know scrubbing those isn't gonna get all the germy werms! Organic home grown herbs just rocks my face off.

Still procrastinating on the big stuff though. I am working on it. Trying to. Slowly but surely. I think I can I think I can IthinkIcanIthinkIcan...