Monday

Rain. A March-like, steady rain, the kind that gives life to the Creeping Charlie that should have gone dormant long ago. Sloppy, wet rain, over mostly frozen soil. 

Perfect for catching up: with my sister in Warsaw. With my friend, also in Warsaw. One likes Skype, the other Zooms. A cup of coffee for the first, a large cup of tea for the second. She comments -- that is one large cup. I smile. These days, you can have such conversations for free. Great distances away. And you can soak in the details of another person's life. Notice the yellow sweater that she's wearing, or the large cup that I always use for my teas.

Breakfast? Just before the calls. Ed is in and out, but comes back for the morning meal.

I can't even keep track -- did you go for more tools for your car or for granite samples at the quarry for your new machine? Can you tell that I live with a person who is mechanically gifted? 

The two older kids are coming here to the farmhouse this afternoon (no school, it's Martin Luther King Jr Day after all) and so I quickly bake up a tray of blueberry muffins. Snowdrop loves them and Sparrow claims to like them. Good enough!

(playing with the two of them is very different than playing with just one at a time!)

And after I drop them off at home, the rains really come down! In January, as if it were not even March, but April!