“Dreaming big” does not necessarily mean that plans will go as expected. Just as spring looked imminent in East Tennessee, I awoke with a sore throat. That was March 9, and with the few days in green devoted even a little bit to gardening, the month then looked like:
So, I lost weeks of planning and execution. I am needing to play catch-up while maintaining a reasonable pace for the recently indisposed. This will take a personality transplant. Since I have no magician to snap me out of it, I am left with will power — and the motivation of a verdant yard and garden.
Stay tuned for the next road block to success.