A theme change…

…is all about spring cleaning, right?  At least that is what I told myself when I selected a new theme.  I pushed the activate button.  I saw all of my blog posts go into hiding.  I added some snappy new headers from photos I took around the farm.  I realized this theme really needs many more photos.  I, while looking at the clock and realizing it is after 1 AM, grumbled at myself for selecting a new theme when I did not have enough time to make sure that said new theme actually looked halfway presentable.  I suppose I am not grateful for this new theme.


Actually, aside from the snappy new headers, I’m not sure that I am fond of this new them.  The old one was basic, but easy.  The background was some shade of turquoise.  I cannot seem to get the color choices to stay for this theme.  Again, glancing at the clock, I realize that fact that it is after 1 AM may well have more to do with my unfondness for this theme and the lack of background color sticking than does the actual theme itself. This means that I probably am going to head to bed instead of fiddling with the theme settings.

I consider grrrring.  I keep typing instead.  Last night, I went to sleep around 2 AM.  I got up at 6:30.  This is normal of late.  I submitted a job application prior to the sleeping time, so that was something good.  I need to organize the office closet, but I am typing here instead.  Lured in by the promise of nifty new themes and follower counts in the thousands, I was seduced into pushing the save and apply button before I was ready to commit.

Today, I moved the baby peeper station out of the main coop.  I am readying it to be a rooster haven if/when the little rascals start getting too hormonal before the baby peeper ladies are ready.  Chickens are dusty creatures.  After the coop, I moved on to topping up the potato plants.  Since I planted corn too close to the taters, I am in constant danger of corn crushing as the new plants are about an inch tall.  Yesterday, I noticed that the broccoli has already begun to broccify.  Today, I found a baby artichoke on the plant that came back from last year’s garden.  I’m afraid there is a rogue tomato plant over by the potatoes as well.  It could be a weed though.  If I dig it up and move it, I may well feel more than slightly foolish if it turns into a weed, and not a rogue tomato.  On the other hand, if I do not move it, how will I know?

I have a third interview with Singapore tomorrow.  I probably should have prepared today.  The trouble is, if I am in Singapore, who will be here to tend the garden and make friends with the snakes who like to hide among the chives?


Amy of Hummingbird Hill View All →

I’m just someone trying to figure out how to juggle ten acres, work, a mama with stage four cancer, and a whole lot of grumpy. This blog started out as “Grumpy Gal’s Guide to Gratitude,” but since all I really keep typing about is the garden, I figured I might as well own it! So, thanks for joining me as I try and figure out how the heck to kick myself in the booty and get on with life.

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