Well, here it is, March 1st, and there are Spring Peepers singing in the woods. I admit I did hear one last Tuesday, when it was quite warm, but it was an outlier, and overly optimistic. This evening, there was a full chorus. Those little frogs are astonishing, freezing solid in winter, only to Spring […]

At last, February departs. At least it is the shortest month, because it has certainly, this year, been the most miserable. I implore Fate, or Destiny, or whatever, to give the Ukrainians good fortune in March. Evil and corruption have been ascendant. It is time for the tables to turn. Meanwhile, here in Missouri, where

It was indeed a sun day, with abundant sunshine providing a melt, after a very cold night. Ukraine is a constant concern and an undercurrent of stress and sadness, with nothing we can do. The animals, though, live in the moment and provide wonderful distraction, even as we hope for the brave Ukrainians to somehow

Our dread over the situation in Ukraine has been realized, as Russia has invaded. We watch the news, as we must, but I can hardly cope with it. The barn work has been some distraction, but it has been a bleak and devastating time. More winter weather has made things tedious, on top of the

Here I am catching up on the blog because I have been catching up with friends in real life. Monday brought glorious warm weather and a visit from a dear friend and her daughter, Susan and Sophia, from New York City. We last saw Susan in New York on our final trip before the pandemic.