Now, turn your head from this moonscape, look out to the West, can you see the farmy?
Don’t tell anyone you pack of giggling gossip chooks. Yesterday was one of those days that will not let you go inside. Its curling wisps of mist pulling and tugging at your clothes, whispering. The cracks of time are wider in this dense fog. What went before is sighing in the air. Every moment is a gem. Listen.
Good morning. It has been warm. In the 50′s yesterday, it is 6.10 am now and 57F (13.8C) Our temperatures see-sawing about. The swings more extreme than last year in an environment known for extreme weather changes. However this brief respite from the terrible cold allows an unfurling in our bodies. We are not darting about with shortened steps, hunched against the cold. Yesterday and today plenty will be achieved just because we are not literally battling the elements. It is so much easier to open a gate when you do not have to bash the ice off first.
I had a good look at the bee hives yesterday and I am concerned that there is no sign of action in either of them. Usually when we get above 50F (10C) in the winter bees will pop out of the hive for a toilet break. I put my ear to the hives and I cannot hear a hum. I see no dead bodies and there are always dead bodies, the life span of a bee is not that long. I cannot look inside the hives in the winter, that would break all their seals so I am not sure what to think. It is warm again today so I will watch carefully and let you know.
As I write this morning I have TonTon lying right across my feet, trying to jam his head under the desk. We can hear thunder, and he is a cry baby when it comes to thunder. He is going to try and hide inside when we go out to do the chores. Scaredy Cat Dog.
Have a lovely day.