Thank goodness this is over. I have been watching the last little patch of snow dwindle away as spring arrives. Our chickens started laying this week and when the really warm weather hit I decided to spend the whole day outside. Julia and I even napped on the blanket outside but I ended up with a mild case of sunstroke the next day. That's what being indoors all month does to a body. Lowers your tolerance. But in spite of my headache from the sun it was so good to be soaking up the warmth. I have three people I need to write to. Annie Hatke, Colby Stork, and Jamie Gorman. The last hold outs of good old fashioned hand written letters. Oh wait Mary Schnerre too.
Meanwhile I have been reading Life is a Dream by Pedro Calderon de la Barca, (what a FABULOUS name!) Elizabeth Goudge novels and dreaming of earthen roofs. I mean does it get any more hobbity than a grass roof. REALLY?
