Downtime /= Rest

Downtime from blogging doesn't mean downtime from everything else. It is lambing season, we have a bottle lamb, bees are out, new pigs and piglets, Spring chores, and kids.....not to mention grading for my day job, managing farm PR, and cooking.

I am a bit overwhelmed. I am writing though, just not blogging. I am caught up in it: reading, writing, revising, researching, submitting, managing submissions and tracking. It is a good thing and is generating results..... I did not believe it was even possible.

So I am still here, just like a ghost. Here are some pictures though, from the farm.

Lambs

A Magical Walk to the Secret Meadow

Finally, Rain

This endless winter is killing me, said Lily.
This endless winter is killing us all, sweet child, I replied.

The storms that rolled in were so welcomed that we sobbed more tears than it poured from the sky. We danced. We fell down in the 25 mile an hour winds with 40 mph gusts. Geesh.

Still. Winter is on her way out.

I have been sick. A lingering sick, tired, and grouchy. Spring fever maybe? Every time I opened my computer to write, what I wanted to write wouldn't come out. Other things did instead. Poems mostly. A few brief interactions with friends too.

I need warm weather to come back. I bought summer shirts at the local thrift shop and as I arrived home at the farm it snowed. It freaking snowed.

So, I close my eyes and dream of sweet tea, sweaty days working in the garden, berry picking, and sunshine picnics. I need summer.