And yes, SRS, the emotional burdens of my father's estate, things from my mother, everything in the children's room. The laundry without a washer. The truckloads of compost to move. Thousands of seeds to sow, plants to pot, weeds to dig, mulch to spread. Quite overwhelming.

On the other hand, we received our license to sell the fruit trees and perennials we've been growing, and I sold two little pots of pink violets this afternoon. We'll have milk and a newspaper before dark!

Bit by bit, corner by corner, row by row.