The garlic is up. The spinach has sprouted. Collards and leeks have wintered over. Daffodils, grape hyacinth, scilla siberica and wild tulips are blooming. The sky is gray today; the windows are speckled with rain. It's a day to read and bake cookies.
I need to find a new home for our horses, Gwen and KJ.
Now that Cate isn't here to care for them, it's too much.
I haven't ridden since I broke my shoulder in a fall when KJ took off at a gallop just before the opening of Pirates of Penzance last fall. (I was afraid I'd have to dance in a sling.)
I'm living alone now, and am happy to be so. To everything there is a season.
I have been reading a lot of contemporary Nigerian fiction in preparation for my trip in Septemeber. My Anthony is due to come home mid June, and I can't wait to see him.
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