Life on a family farm
in the wilds of
Upstate New York
Monday, April 27, 2020
NAY-pril
This is NOT April. April is a month of new baby birds, fresh bright flowers, and balmy spring breezes. At least in theory. However, April was hijacked. This is a stone b*tch of a month dug from some ancient calendar of horrors sent to make staying home more fun. Shudder. Also the longest month in history. Usually first of the month bills race up to the checkbook finish line, out of breath and palms extended. This year they just keep moving the goal posts. I suppose that is a good thing. Sorta. That is all. Thank you.
Linda, I somehow, obviously foolishly, thought this year might somehow be better than last, which was not so hot for us. Silly me. Take care, dear friend.
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This is a stone b*tch of a month dug from some ancient calendar of horrors sent to make staying home more fun. Shudder.
Boy, that says it all!
Linda, I somehow, obviously foolishly, thought this year might somehow be better than last, which was not so hot for us. Silly me. Take care, dear friend.
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