Sorry had to say it – because the snow is receding as slowly as an old man’s hair to reveal a bald man’s pate. A moonscape. Beige with a hint of sepia is still the colour of the day.
John is in Missouri, where they have green grass under their snow by the way. Any news? he said, on the phone last night.
No, I said, just the same.
The windows and doors come today. The Goldilocks windows are so heavy it will need three men to lift them into place. The kiwi builder will need help.
These guys will not be much help. Author and Lulu are still hibernating.
I hope you all have a lovely day.
PS On this day last year.
I was cleaning out the bee hives, Mama was still pregnant and look at that grass! We were green! Sigh. However I keep reminding myself that the longer it takes for the heat and the winds to come the better for the soil. I know that the pastures will grow later and grow better. At least this weather is locking in that moisture and getting it deep down into our precious earth.