our homestead looks like this.
Very much like March. Or April.
It's making my fingers twitchy.
Yet, it's barely February. And I know that at any moment our homestead could look like this.
I have fallen for this one before. Sometimes I win. Sometimes I end up with leggy tomato plants that don't make it to the outdoors.
So I will wait. I will wait. As long as my impatient gardeners hands can.