Tis the season of too many coats. The season of choosing between being comfortable on a walk, or on the way to it. Either freezing on the trek to the trail, or far too hot on the way back up the hill. And sometimes it’s hard to read, so it’s hot all the way. I’m on my way to church and I’m wearing a cardigan and a t-shirt, that’s all. It’s a heavy t-shirt, one I got for Christmas, but still, it’s not too warm. My hands are cold, the car is cold, colder than the outside I think. I don’t know how church will be.

“I can’t believe it’s happening!” Says Abby about spring, a surprise every year, and a pleasant one. Even if it’s real muddy.  Too muddy to walk about, muddy enough to require stones for the path to the apartment. We’ll add a few more and bury them this summer. Hopefully it’ll look nice.

Masonry’s a thing I’d like to learn more of. Loads of things are things I’d like to learn more of, that’s the spirit of spring. I want to build a platform for a tent, a sauna, wood storage for the cherry, another wood shed, I want to paint the house, I want to build a deck for the house and a screened in porch. I can afford to do maybe one of these things.  Though I have the skills for most of them, the ones that involve wood and paint. Things I don’t know how to do and want to do: a brick pizza oven, a custom coded MOO, stone paths around the property, a lil’ stone wall. I should write these things down. I believe there’s another post from last year where I did. A hundred things to do to this place where I love before I did.

The first trick’s just remembering them all.