Having turned our clocks ahead an hour this week, I’ve come to realize that time really does fly.
It’s been month, I know. A lot has happened, so I’ll give the short of it.
We moved back to our old home before Thanksgiving. While I now am greeted by the sounds of traffic and a city bus in front of the house every morning instead of a work horse and Amish neighbors, I know, it too, is only temporary. We need to wait till we sell a house to buy a house. There aren’t many places near the farm, but I know we’ll find a place out of town, not any further away then we are now, and maybe a farm of our own.
The winter has been hard.
In town, the kids walk to school. Back in the country, they just cancel school. The kiddos will get out for the summer a week before their cousins.
I have seen the grass now, the snow is melting and I hear the call of spring whispering that it is near.
I’m looking forward to getting out of the house more, getting back to the farm, and doing some major spring cleaning.
I’m not sure how often I’ll post here, but I’ll share as often as I can. If you miss me, I encourage you all to hop over to my author site at www.susanlower.com. My first full-length novel was just released here in February. You can check it out here.
Life has a way of springing ahead on us, doesn’t it. Hold on to the hands of time, cherish the moment, you never know when you’ll get to return to it.
Are you preparing for spring? What’s the first thing you do when the snow is gone?
Dairy Dame 