CAN I BE MY MAMA'S DAUGHTER?

I can't say my mama would be proud, cause she never did understand my affinity for "old", "vintage", "land", or "gardening/farming". And she most certainly would not understand the chickens. Or the 4 cats, one Golden Retriever, numerous ducks, and the turtle.
Can't say that I really understand it myself. Mom always thought I was born in the wrong century. More like Laura Ingalls than the city girl she raised.
Regardless...here I am today.
All I can say is, I must be full of self esteem if I dare to publish such an unflattering photo of myself.
None the less...this is the real deal.
I took my new veggie seeds, and threw on a sweatshirt of Farmboy's , an old hat, a pair of mittens, an apron(cause I needed the extra pockets), and my chicken shoes (a VERY old pair of Keds) and hightailed it out to the potager...
In the rain.
In the cold.
Does anyone out there know what the combination of cold and rain does to one's glasses?
Fog and blur.
Oh...by the way...
Can you tell I've lost nearly 10#?....I didn't think so.

While I'm out there I might as well check the hen house for eggs...yup.
That's where the apron pockets come in handy.

And, while I'm at it, best go collect the mail.
Down the long driveway, praying no one drives by as I approach the mailbox.
See above photo for reason to avoid strangers.
Scary.

Multi-tasking...that's what I'm all about!

Can you tell I'm geeked about spring?