Warm winds blowing have quickly melted much of the snow–mud season for a bit. Buds have appeared on some of the trees but I’m hopeful that they won’t progress much further until spring really arrives. The horses are enjoying the fact that their hooves are not the home for hard snow balls. Calves are beginning to decide it is time to come into the world. All of this goes on in my world–how can it not be woven in and through my writing?