wow. it is spring, at long last. the daphodils have bloomed and the tree buds have given the woods a red blush of promise. we're in the grace period; after the long uphill climb of winter we've leveled off and can enjoy the view and excitement, right before we plunge headlong down the other side in the craziness of all the work that will undoubtedly come as we attempt to tend our little acreage. I haven't been an adult long enough to know how to walk around our place without constantly thinking of things that need to be done. good grief! let me alone! the cells continue to divide, children grow long legs and our age comes quietly.
