Nighty Night, Sleep Tight

A little later than hoped, our garden beds are now tucked in and waiting for Spring.

"It looks as if Olga's ready, too," says Virginia.

Er, um, Keri couldn't resist her. I guess I can't blame her, can you? Maybe we should rustle up some new clothes before a prude complains.

The grape arbor needs some reconstruction, too, and I'd better put up a trellis for the tomatoes when I find a lull. 

Lots of lulls (LOL).