The spring peepers are peeping. The violets are blooming. The filbert catkins are extending. The box-elder bugs are everywhere. The moths are flying by night.
That will all change tomorrow. We are expecting cold-front to push our warm air down into Indiana and generate some interesting weather in the process.
In a stunning stroke of good fortune, the rain we had this morning was a passing sprinkle. The sun broke through the clouds and I judge it to be dry enough to run the tiller over the potato patch where Kubota has flattened the weeds.
The weed stalks were crispy-dry and snapped into short pieces which mixed in with the dirt.
My goal in the first tilling is not to beat the dirt down to the molecular level but to mix the surface trash and the soil. Weed stalks rot very quickly when in contact with the soil and I am suddenly two full weeks ahead of my schedule for getting the potato patch ready for May 1 planting.
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