It's cold and wet outside and we're not huddled by the fire waiting for Spring. We're watching the neighbors re-roof and we're reading a lot of Little House and we're playing with the ponies in the rain.
Mainly because our little homestead has no fireplace. Also? We have to send a couple of sewing machines to the hospital.
And a little bit because some of us were born here and think that if our animals are out in it, we should be too.
For the first time in as long as I can remember I am not wishing Winter away. I haven't even cracked a seed catalog nor ordered baby chicks. And it's time, isn't it? I'm almost late already.
Who is this masked farmgirl, content to let the seasons keep to their own pace?
Gah.
I think a still, small voice must be getting through to me.
1 comment:
What a beautiful post. I love the profile of the beautiful girl in the cowgirl hat. xoxo
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