Elv says it’s a clear bright, starlit night out there. It’s a cozy, fire-in-the-stoves evening in here. Oh my, but it’s good to be here.
We saw a moose on Cty Road 3 tonight on our way in. He was sort of mottled looking because he’s changing his coat right now, but big and moose beautiful. He was also befuddled with the idea that we feel the road is our prerogative, but soon thought better, diving off into bush.
The mud? Mostly dried up. The peepers are loud and insistent. One could probably begin to think in terms of gardens and planting flowers pretty soon.
Tomorrow’s another day. I’ve had my piano time. Looked in all the rooms. And now my cup of tea. Goodnight.
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