Right up until it gets here, and then I'll whine about that, too, I'm sure.
Well, I attempted to dig part of the irrigation canal from the backyard to the west pasture, but I'm running into a lot of roots. Something other than my little shovel is going to have to get that job done, but I haven't figured out what exactly yet. I did, however, get enough dirt to fill the whiskey barrels and ready them for planting. I had some leftover potting soil, so I threw that on top.
In the meantime, things are slowly greening up.
There seems to be a new addition to my pasture. He (I think it's a he ... will check with the neighbor) has been hunting in my pasture all night.
Reese is waiting for me to make the all-coveted psss psss psss "command." Not happening, Pieces.