Verisimi Ironoak-Sharpaxe

May 24th
The Farm
Raining the past three days


Pugnose is going stir crazy inside.  And he is not the only one.  A particular strom blew over a small piece of the fencing along the far side of the Western pasture.  The rams are aggitated, kept penned in the smaller Southern.  And I am getting vexed trying to keep husband and hired-hands occupied.  Spring rains have encouraged the flowers though, and my beds and the fields are a riot of cheer when the sun breaks through.  Thank the gods for small favors.  Rebirth.  Renewal.  Regrowth.  I should be more thankful of the rain.

Just a bit hard to remember that, when your husband is tracking mud onto the rugs--again.

I have spoken to a few people since my last entry.  Sometimes I forget...