I made overnight cinnamon rolls for the recent birthday, and as always, one of the more challenging parts was getting those rolls warmed up again after a night in the refrigerator. Our house is 55 degrees when I get up in the morning. Yeast does not like that.
So I parked them in front of the woodstove that I always start first thing.
I was out in the morning feeding the horses and spied something purple in the middle of their paddock.
Can you see them? They are Poppy's socks.
I had to point out that leaving them there was just as likely to ruin them as wearing them back into the house.
Poppy asked me if we could play Scrabble the other day. I don't play Scrabble for points, and when I play with my kids, I always help them when they get stuck. The goal is not for anyone to win, but to use everyone's tiles by the end of the game. We usually end up with an irritating "q" or "j" that just can't be used, but this time, we did it.
I was particularly amused by the "beer" that was used to create "bevvy" there on the left. Our Official Scrabble Dictionary told me that bevvy is short for beverage, usually alcoholic. So appropriate. I was also very proud of my "patois," though surprised that was allowed, given that it's a French word.
Lookit the green things coming up!
Tulips!
Crocuses!
Daffodils!
In New York, the bulbs came in distinct order, but here they come up all at once. They don't all flower at once, however. The crocuses will be first. And then table flowers won't be far behind, yay!
And last, just a typical sunrise view of the bulls and steers in the windmill pasture across the road.
Morning on the range.
There you have it! My life, snapshotted.
