Jeana’s Journal

The weather is beginning to improve. The sun has been out for two days in a row now, but last week was a different story altogether. It snowed, the wind blew, and the temperature dropped to well below freezing. All combined, it felt like we were living in the Arctic.To cheer myself up I bought a bouquet of daffodils at the grocery store. Years ago, during one particularly long winter, my twelve-year-old son bought me a similar bunch of daffodils as a surprise from his meager personal funds. To this day, I think of him whenever I see daffodils.

Yet, all around there are many encouraging signs of spring. Lambing has begun and there are new babies in the fields. They bounce and play with their fellows while keeping one eye out for their mothers’ location. In distant fields smoke can be spotted most any hour in the day as evidence of a farmer burning last years’ weeds from the ditchbanks in preparation for a free flow of irrigation water. Slow-moving tractors trace along empty fields turning the soil in readiness for a new season of growing.There is a rhythm to country living that proceeds apace regardless of the current reading of the thermometer.

 

Little Missy is still advising a stay-indoors and relax approach. She seems to have the right idea and is taking her own advice. P.S. The Sewing Room has a new posting—a list of my ten favorite quilting books accompanied by a short paragraph on each book explaining why they are my favorites.