The wind has become a beast with a life of its own. Given the March adage, in a like a lion, out like a lamb, my guess would be the beast is a lion.
We have spent the weekend, our first at home together with no guests or distractions, working on the trees in the yard and fields. So many of the trees, I started in flower pots from 12 inch twigs. It hurts to see them now in a place where their survival through the heat of summer will be iffy.
What does this spring bring in plans and goals? well, first the taxes......
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