Having had a series of beautiful days, I find myself in a dilemma. It’s time to get out in the fields. I need to go to work. I should go to work but I don’t want to go to work. I’ve picked door number three for the last week or so. Now I’m guilty and a bit anxious.

I’ve been enjoying myself in the green house, transplanting baby plants. It’s my most enjoyable task of the entire garden year.

I am the queen of repetition so forgive me if you remember the following paragraph from years past.

Beet seeds are a cluster of many seeds. When they are directly seeded into the ground, quite a bit of thinning is required. I hate thinning. Their little lives are in vain.

To solve the problem for myself, I direct seed into a flat. When they are just beginning to get their true leaves (not the first seed leaf), I painstakingly move everyone into its own space in another flat.

Then the entire flat can be flopped (my term) into the garden bed where they grow happily with plenty of room.

I also transplanted the onions, but they can be pulled out of the flat when they get some size on them. Some, if I want large onions, are placed four inches apart in a bed. Some of the early varieties only need two inches from their neighboring family members.

I left a few spinach plants in the open ground over the winter. They are still green and healthy, although they are totally hugging the ground. I guess the air is still too chilly for them.

I’m still completely baffled by Mother Nature.

A few weeks ago, I boasted shamelessly about my crocuses. The other morning almost all the flowers were gone. I blamed it, naturally, on bunnies, but after some simple detective work, the culprit was a deer. This is a first. They usually leave crocuses alone.

Why I even bother is beyond me.

Kudos to the Vineyard Gardens landscaping crew. On Tuesday, I passed them working at the Cape Cod Bank on State Road. Five young men were actually raking the lawn instead of using gas-guzzling, loud and annoying leaf blowers. Raking is a great pick-me-up for a spring lawn. I received a wonderful letter by way of the Gazette. The writer, Dianthe Eisendrath of Lexington, mentioned a great read: Don’t Know Much About the Civil War. Hopefully, I’ll pick it up soon. She also mentioned Claire Duys in the 1960s and living near the Romneys in Belmont. Than you for your kind words, Dianthe.

I was especially impressed by her flawless cursive writing. Such a pity that the young children are no longer taught cursive in school.

Speaking of schooling, I am so distressed that the American electorate seems so willfully ignorant and misinformed. Then again, banning books, not teaching about racism and generally avoiding any discussion of civics is becoming the new normal in some states. I’m talking to you, Florida.

Tuesday’s New York Times had a letter in it from Chilmark’s own Joan Kass. Allow me to quote her and, by the way. I agree wholeheartedly. “I will not be threatened. The threat by Donald Trump that if he is not elected, “it’s going to be a blood bath” demonstrates definitely, undeniably and unequivocally that he is not fit to be president of the United States. That the New York Times failed to make this threat its lead story does a grave disservice to our nation.”

Thank you, Joan. Remarkably, even Mike Pence apparently agrees with you.