The strike is over. . .

In case you didn’t notice, I went on strike. You see, not a week went by without snow or hail. Seriously!?! I was so frustrated–how can I write about MY square foot garden when I can’t plant anything (or if I do it will be killed by the weather)? So I went on strike. Sorry for not letting you know–but that’s sorta how strikes work. Nobody gives you notice, they just don’t show up. There was a picket line with signs and placards. But that was only in my head. 🙂

I have been saving up all sorts of things to write about, and I promise, it will all start gushing out. Tomorrow.