Monday January 7 2008
I KNOW better, but the smell of spring was certainly in the air as we “did chores” this morning.
According to the truck thermometer, one place in the pasture reported a temperature of 66 degrees! The brisk breeze, actually maybe more a wimpy wind, was carrying the smells of the thawing earth to my nostrils.
The geese were flying in big circles, perhaps confused about which way direction to be going.
There were the occasional splatters of rain teasing the winter-dried skin of my forehead with their touch as I walked between the gates, trying to avoid as much of the muck and mud as possible.
Not a bad start to a Monday.
J
According to the truck thermometer, one place in the pasture reported a temperature of 66 degrees! The brisk breeze, actually maybe more a wimpy wind, was carrying the smells of the thawing earth to my nostrils.
The geese were flying in big circles, perhaps confused about which way direction to be going.
There were the occasional splatters of rain teasing the winter-dried skin of my forehead with their touch as I walked between the gates, trying to avoid as much of the muck and mud as possible.
Not a bad start to a Monday.
J
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