I’m starting to itch. There are clutter piles to be plowed through, not many, but still. We keep a much cleaner home here than we did in Jax, but the “stuff” still piles up. Spring cleaning will be occurring soon around here, delayed Spring be damned. What’s funny is it’s not really delayed; northerners bitch and bitch about winter going on forever, when the vernal equinox is 6 weeks after the groundhog. I don’t get it.
My vegetable gardening plans may not get off the ground. I stepped outside this morning to a note on my door. Thankfully everyone in our two buildings got the same note, so it’s not just me, but the long and short of it is I need to clear out almost all of the “stuff” I have out front. We’re not supposed to have much more than porch furniture out there. Took them a full year to notice.
This might be a blessing in disguise. My front area gets sun, but it’s an east-west exposure with heavy tree canopies, which means a pretty small window of actual sunlight. My yields were not impressive at all last year, and the lack of compost/fertilizer is only a small culprit; the key is lack of optimal location. But it’s moot if I’m not allowed to plant much out there without getting flack from the landlord, and since we owe taxes for the foreseeable future and then some, it’s pretty important we keep the landlord happy.
Homesteading is about “use it up, wear it out, make do, or do without.” As much as I talk a good game to that effect, it’s overshadowed by the new sneaks and purse that arrived yesterday, the books that get purchased, the eating out that occurs out of laziness. Finding out just how much I miscalculated on the taxes was eye-opening. We have a ton of work to do this year, and will have moved forward very little toward our goals at the end of it. It’s time to get organized.