The last day of March went something like this:
Lightning, thunder, rain, sleet, hail, snow, BLIZZARD.
Yes, an angry, angry lamb.
Then, yesterday, we had this:
Those lumps and stakes on the right? Those would be my raised beds, assuming they weren’t under another foot of snow. So, April Fools on us.
In other news, I might be writing a bit. Don’t want to say too much about it. Honestly, I’m not exactly sure what it is quite yet. One big book? A duology? A series? Your guess is as good as mine. (No, really. At this point, it is.)
But I suppose the snow is an excellent excuse to stay inside and read and write, no?
Writing Wrongs 