It is one of those stormy mornings were I really just don't want to go outside and do my chores. It's cold, wet, and lightening so close that the thunder shakes the house. There are only a few times a year that I feel on the verge of regret about homesteading, today is one of them. And as I sit here, telling you about my ruefulness, I realize the date. It is not the thought of going out into the almost freezing rain that has gotten to me. Tomorrow my first son would have been 11 years old. I always get a little moody around this time of year.
So we move on, we forge ahead and do the best we can. Or I can.
Tomorrow is the first day of spring. Later, on the food blog I write, I will post a few things that I make to celebrate.
I am sure the animals have become angry with me. Time to go feed them.
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