Sunday, January 1, 2012
But we're bundled up warm inside. A pot of red beans is on the stove; later on I'll make rice. Ulani, Luke and I are safe and sound. Barnard came over to the door earlier to say hello. I expect she's sleeping in her bed of straw in the dog crate, the coos and clucks of the birds her own lullaby.
And so a new year begins at Busy Solitude Farm.
Happy new year!