Tag: Verisimi x 2

Click! Clack-clack-clack~

Verisimi smiled to herself, it had been a good hit. Her fingers toyed with the smooth surface of the mabler shooter as she . She often played with the glass beads when she needed to unwind or take a moment out of her thoughts. Though she often played alone, practicing and slipping into a meditative state calculating angles and trajectories.

The set had been gifted to her by her mother as a girl. It always made her think of home. There were plenty of times she'd fiddle with them to bring herself back to center.

((Posted on the wrong blog!))

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...