Spring sneaks into your life like a raccoon trying to steal chickens. Only it’s trying to steal your attention.
Cut up the windfall in the woods or spray the fruit trees with dormant oil? Clean the barn or torch the burn pile? Transplant seedlings or wash the deck?
All of a sudden things go from dead to alive. And around here anyway, stuff gets done in order from most pleasant to least pleasant; most pleasant being garden-related, least-pleasant cleanup related.
Maybe someday I’ll grow up and tackle the ugly things first. But the way I see it, if I keel over right now I’m more likely to have enjoyed more of my life, and less likely to have had to to finish those cleaning jobs.