Tuesday - 347th

Well, if you didn't float spring thoughts in your head today, then you were not looking out the window, perhaps a cracked open window, at a golden day in south central Wisconsin. One that makes you smile!

(She looks like she is rubbing her paws to keep warm!)

The animals are all over the place and predictably, some of the chickens know the route between barn and garage well, while others, the older girls, well, just one girl now -- Peach, gets stuck in the snow and I have to rescue her.

 

 

Still, there is movement in the air!

There is, however, little movement in terms of Ed's car. Even though we are above freezing for the second day in a row, the wheels of it are in an iced groove. We spend not a small amount of time rocking the thing back and forth. Finally! It's released from its icy prison.

We are all liberated!

(Breakfast, still in the front room...)

And an afternoon walk down the lake shore road that hugs Lake Waubesa.

 

Oh, the feeling of spring! It's effervescent!

And toward evening, we drive over to pick up my partially fixed car. It's clear that I'm pouring millions in keeping the thing going. The cash guzzler is sucking up all my spare cash. Is it time to call it quits and move on to a newer model? The mechanic hints at this. And still, I push back. Purchasing a car is one of the most uninteresting ways to spend money. What does it matter if you're in a rusted vehicle or one with a newer body and a rust free engine? You're not made happier by it. It's just a seat that carries you from one place to the next. Still, at some point, if you live on the farmette, you're going to need a working car that will have loads of reliable life left in it.

 

Fritata time again. With mushrooms and onions, brussel sprouts and potatoes. And cheese. Always load on lots and lots of grated gruyere and parmesan. Car problems recede, the evenings turns mellow, so beautifully mellow.