March kicked my ass emotionally. Almost buried me. I’m still here.

Spent the whole day at my farm.

My. Farm.

Seeded 3 types of spinach, 4 ty of tomatoes, 4 ty of cucumbers, 4 ty of peppers, 2 ty eggplant, scallions, a whole tray of tulsi basil and 29 types of flowers.

I caught up with Spring in the daffodil bed.

Shout out to @Marycharlton8 and @BAMF_WIC —we did this, y’all.

I twisted fellow @Arcadia alum Steve’s arm (verbally from 6’ away) to take some home to his wife. He’s my beekeeping mentor and always hesitates when I foist flowers on him because “that’s your crop, Jenn.”

Watching him cut his own bouquet made my heart explode.

I “observed” while Farmer Kenny mowed and disked (sp?) the winter cover crop. Bye bye oat—here come the beds. Tractor work comes w/ the lease.

Oh! Wait—I forgot the dahlias!

I potted the dahlias in nifty, hand crafted biodegradable pots. Thanks, Mary! Truth? I’d forgotten about them and they arrived yesterday.

SURPRISE BIRTHDAY DAHLIAS FTW!

https://twitter.com/jennslenz/status/1223410962155307009?s=21

Seems magical, right? Wait. I seeded a whole tray just for my unofficial farm hand Paul to take home to his wife in a few weeks. Ten types of flowers. “Jennie, we have three steps and that’s maybe six pots and—“

That’s fine. Share w/ the neighbors.

EVERYONE NEEDS FLOWERS PAUL.

And then?

[I’m laughing—it’s possible I’m delirious]

Then I played ding dong daffodil all the way home!

Just left bouquets on friends porches, texted them and drove away.

Because I could.

Yes I was wearing latex gloves.

#flattenthecurve

[Knock knock, JP.]

March is over. April is here. The world is a mess—but the farm needs to be tended. I’ll be there, if you need me.

Sowing crops, mending my fissures.

I can. I will. I am.