It’s a beautiful frosty morning…
Ironically the coldest we’ve had in over a week, first time I’ve lit the fire in several days. Ironic because I usually like to imagine March as the end of winter and beginning of spring: The reason I always end up calling March the month that breaks your heart. But in fact February was (overall) so mild that I firmly expect March to be a real ballbuster just because that’s what has to happen.
And now Neighbor L wants to go to town for a water run, so I need to get ready for that. I miss the days before D fell off his horse, when we mostly had a solid schedule for going to town. Now it’s just sort of whenever.
Yesterday I woke up to four inches of the white stuff on the ground. Today it was sunny and in the high forties, low fifties. Yep, happy March! 🤣
Spring has sprung, the grass is ris,
I wonder where the boidies is
The boid is on the wing,
But that’s absoid
From what I hoid
The wing is on the boid!