And frankly, I need to keep up. Keep up with the weeding, keep up with the lawn that grows before your very eyes and keep up with the chickens who lay more eggs than we can eat.
Lest I get blown away, I stay inside and use those eggs to bake a rich and eggy sponge cake then fill it with delicious tangy lemon curd. I probably won't keep up with the garden, but at least this will take care of the eggs. Through the kitchen window, I see the wheelbarrow has blown over again.