the Red Heart

Another snow? I could almost weep, except for I have cried out all my tears this weekend. So strange. Maybe I was crying for all the sad events in my life the past few years. Just now catching up with me. I just need to put on some Billy Bragg in my brain and hoe the hell out of some land. Planted some peas, and hauled 30+ buckets of manure down to the garden space.

We asked for a sign.

I make fun of a lot of idealized stories about living up a dirt road, and building a handmade life, but I forget all my bitter words when the first rays of sunlight return. Then I am all sundresses and baby chicks again.