The weather beams warm one day; another morning, I look outside to see 6 inches of snow drifted across the lawn with an awful wind whipping through the bare tree branches.
Winter in Oregon. The next week, we get drizzles of rain for a day or two..the ground turns into a quagmire of soft sticky mud. My daily walks turn into sloopy treks with pounds of mud hanging on each boot.
I’ve been spending a great deal of time alternating between the desk and the sewing machine. I’ve managed to complete approximately 8 months worth of bookwork in two weeks of time. Something I would not advise to anyone. To keep myself from going completely insane, I try to spend a few hours outside each afternoon. On the sunny drier days, I’ve been raking great piles of tumbleweeds and burning them. One day I curled up on the back lawn and took a short snooze, soaking in much-needed Vitamin D. It lasted a good half hour until Buster abruptly interrupted my lovely nap with his wet tongue.
My winter break is too quickly coming to an end. Ross and I were looking back into records from last year and it appears that we started farm work the beginning of March.
Only one more month to revel in my cozy house. I’ve been enjoying cups of hot tea, deep-cleaning cupboards and closets, and taking a book-keeping course in my spare moments.
Along with a gender reveal for my brother’s baby, a surprise birthday party for a cousin, and putting on a Valentine luncheon for our local sewing circle ladies, I have a feeling February will be gone in a flash.
Ross has been on and off the truck. As always, there’s an ongoing truck project waiting in the shop. On his home time, he’s been sanding, bondo-ing and taking things apart. I spent one day helping sand around rivets. Tedious would be the only word that comes to mind.
One morning while munching on bowls of cereal, we became aware of a great flock of birds in our back yard. I’m not sure what the occasion but it was quite impressive.
The cats could have had a feast but for some reason they were all congregated at the back garage door, awaiting their daily allotment of dog food.
Our baby is growing by leaps and bounds. And kicks and punches. Some days I wonder what kind of hyper child we are going to end up with by the feel of things.
The baby room is consolidating slowly but surely. With the help of an upcoming baby shower and perhaps another shopping trip, I believe we will be as ready as we can get.