the beginning of the garden work.
clearing last year's raspberries
with a real scythe
felt more russian than bergman.
husband away for an evening of port and steak
with the guys.
that's quite ok.
he needed it.
and it meant i got to spend my evening with a quiet glass of wine
and a book.
and i needed that.
blissful golden sunshine.
bunnies out in the grass.
a cup of tea in the garden.
drinking in the warm sunshine on our faces.
the bunnies did too.
lots of laughing and swinging and chasing away
the barn kitties from the bunny cage.
rejoicing in the light returning.
an orange-pink-purple sunset at 6:37.
the sun taking up a completely different spot in the sky.
as we move in earnest towards spring.