I got home around 4pm. I split some wood and moved it inside. I hit the chainsaw blade against a rock and managed to grind it down. So I'll need to resharpen that before I finish the tree that I took down almost two weeks ago. I just can't seem to get ahead with the wood.
Around the yard, there's activity. Daffodils everywhere.
Self sown rudbeckia, rose campion, Sweet Williams, and others are popping up on the hill near the mailbox. I think I'll leave them.
The fig cuttings finally got planted and got watered in by the heavy rain last night. That's why it was 63 degrees this morning at 4am.
Tonight, 30. Friday, maybe sleet. Saturday, 54. Mother Nature is bipolar.