snowed yesterday, it snowed the day
before that. I checked this morning,
and found that it had not snowed last
night. It all melted away, almost as
soon as it touched the earth. The roads
were unaffected, just wet, so that driving
remained a viable option.
Today the sun is shining. It is most welcome. The buds on the trees are ready to burst, the forest canopy is lightly brushed with soft reds and fresh greens. A lovely time of year.
Sometimes I wonder about the forces of the universe. Take last week. Last week I suspect that some sort of solar, or stellar, or lunar anomaly occurred. I worked a few hours on two different days last week. On both days my fellow workers were sour at best and downright rude and hysterical at worst; towards each other and me of course. As I attempted to keep smiling, I was mimicked. I was glad to get out of there, I can tell you. I like the work, but the atmosphere can be choking at times. It never ceases to amaze me how much unhappiness a lot of people carry around. To each their own. Perhaps as they mimic their faces will freeze, in a smiling position. I am not holding my breath waiting for that to happen.
Attila prepared an excellent breakfast of whole wheat pancakes, topped with fresh sliced strawberries. Bliss. We ate indoors though, as the temperature was only 4C, even though the sun is shining brightly.
We still need to fire the masonry fireplace once a day, which keeps the indoor temperature warm and cozy. Soon though, Attila will put his axe away and turn his attention to other activities.
Terra is doing well at school. I think she has found her niche. Terra is a very big hearted woman, she is empathetic and generous of spirit. She has found an occupation, taking care of others, where her natural traits are appreciated. Lares is there to support her through her training, a true and faithful friend.
Luna is in her natural element, motherhood. Luna has aspired to motherhood since she was young. She does it well. I talked to Luna and the grandchildren yesterday morning, via Skype. Goodness, she has her hands full; what a barrel of monkeys. Tink never stopped moving the whole time. Imp was busy showing me her imaginary "cake" made of jewelry and Elf was very excited, calling out "its growing", referring to the leaves on the tree in their back yard. I can't hold them long in conversation, before they are off and busy with another interesting thing they have found in their world.
We are just back from a hike on a local trail, over three kilometers in length. That is the short trail, it is very rough, and wet. There is nothing more soothing than sitting on a bed of soft, fragrant, sun-warmed pine needles, watching the breeze play across an inland wetland, the only sound to be heard the wind singing in the pines. Attila and I sat very still for almost fifteen minutes, silently soaking in the pure energy of our surroundings.
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