Today the skies are heavy gray, and the threat of rain is still looming over us. I pray for our radishes, which I desperately want to pickle, that they don’t get too much rain.
Today is the third day in a row I haven’t bothered lighting the stove. I can hear a pine boring beetle munching away in one of our logs. I want to burn him up but the evenings are too warm for a fire.
Today I’m collecting images of my intended hair-cut. Turning them over in my mind again and again. I like it.
Today is Wednesday, the middle of the week, St. Joseph’s day. I have too much to do in the muddy ground. This evening, waiting for the weather to turn, I’ll be drinking tea and dreaming.