I got almost three beds filled in today with hardy green starts, but in between shoveling in and smoothing all of the compost, garden mix (two trips to get the truck bed filled), chips and other additions, I got to chat with the sherif who showed up.

Turns out my very old and well used van--which was at the repair shop--got stolen from there and turned up busted and abandoned when the driver got it stuck. If there's a plus side in any of this, maybe we'll be able to keep the very nice mountain bike the thief left in it.

In other news, we gratefully delivered packages of pork to the neighbors who helped us track down--or at least allowed us on their properties to look for--our wayward piggies last year.

It's a nice evening. The plum tree is in full bloom and smells amazing, and the robins are still chipping away as the frogs start up. I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep, but first tea.

Night, all.