Monday was truly a bad day for me mentally. Dealing with young adults in today's world is not only a challenge, but one big fat headache (when it shouldn't be). I raced through my work to keep my mind from exploding into teeny tiny bits. The wind here has been truly terrible. However, it's been very helpful in drying all my laundry, rugs (yes rugs in March), and bedding. I was praying it didn't land out in the pasture by afternoon. In fact the wind was so bad, raking the pine cones didn't happen. I managed to get my rake out though. Instead, I finished up box #1 of our ears of black dakota popcorn. It was a good day for winnowing. It literally only took a few minutes this time. Tuesday the wind sounded like winter. It was a brisk 29°F out, and very unexpected. The wind was worse. We will need to buy two new large tarps now. Ours are torn to bits. It was freezing in the house, and we were out of cut wood...
Inklings from the Farmhouse, embracing balance and new beginnings.