I have been using my blog to see what March has been like for the last couple of years. Perusing 2012, 2013, and 2014, it appears that March can go either way. It might be lovely, and it might be just plain NASTY.
So I guess I will just have to wait and see like everyone else.
I guess I will just have to count down to April, a much safer destination.
I feel bad counting the days until spring, but I am. I think it is the super frigid temps that really get to me. I don't mind the snow so much.
On the subject of Bart, it's not good.
I can't get in the coop, or the run, without him trying to "get me". And he is serious.
I have read all the literature about changing his ways, but no, I am not going to carry him around to prove I am boss, and I am not going to beat him.
I could fix the coop so I can lock him out when I go in. But that doesn't seem right.
I may have to admit, reluctantly, that my friend Karen has been right all along. The fact of the matter is that I love hearing him crow, but unfortunately, the good experience stops there.
I see that a rooster is helpful, if you free range your chickens, but I have no intention of doing that.
So Bart may have to go.
I hate it, but I really want to be able to enjoy my chickie girls, and I can't get near them with him trying to protect them every second.
I managed to finish a Fiesta runner today, 10.5 ft long. But I think I need to give it a rest, getting a sharp pain in the bicep of my right arm. Too much weaving??? Say it ain't so.
The last time I made it was for my mother, a few days before she died.
Making it always makes me think of her, she loved it so much.
A big salad, a glass of wine, and soup. Oh, and toasted English muffin bread.
I am going to look at February and March as an opportunity to get things done.
I have to keep from thinking about the weather.
And how much I don't like it, because it doesn't help to hate winter.
Not one bit.