Work

I haven't written much this visit home. It's been largely work. When I got here, I spent a week cleaning the parts of the house I would use. I became tired, lonely and anxious.  The weather was generally cold and rainey which limited gardening which I like to do. I have to bless my mother and those who lived here before I lived here. Even if I couldn't garden, there were purple hycathin in the long spring grass. Then there were lilacs, bushes so old and big, someone long ago must have liked lilacs. Probably a women. Bless her. Then there is a cloud of allium migrating from the bed where my mother planted them. Now I have Lily-of the-Valley. Thanks Mom.
The whole time, I've been finding and dealing with repair people which is not pleasant. And there is always money to manage. My farm budget is so tight. I'm concerned to make sure I can pay the oppressive property tax this summer. I don't belive I can afford to come back for my family reunion this summer which I long to do. I'm only complaining l little.