This is the weirdest May in Maine. We start our day in layers, fleece, flannel, wool, turtlenecks and a fire.
And the warmest part of the day we are somehow picking flowers to press...still in our wool, fleece and layers. I've done hardly anything in the garden yet. I guess this year I may be like my grandfather and do my planting on Memorial Day. These baby chicks may be in our house for much longer than I desire! I really need to take pics of them, they are growing rapidly.