Wednesday, December 8, 2004

So much wonderful work. Too few hours in a day to do it. Last night another storm swept through. Hard winds, no snow, just a warming, and this morning a snowy drizzle drips and drains off the roofing tin. Pools and puddles and mud. In the pasture, the uncomfortable llamas kush in their sodden wool near their soggy hay. All is gray. Indoors, silence. Outdoors, a chaos of birdsound. 11:48:51 AM    comment []