"They" did it again. "They" changed the time. I wish "they" would just leave it alone. The nameless, faceless "they" don't seem to realize that there are going to be only so many hours of daylight, regardless of how the clock is manipulated. "Gain an hour/lose an hour" is gibberish...being an hour early or an hour late for an appointment (if one happened to have such a thing) is not. Messing with milking time is not funny. There are those who might think that regularly waking up at four-thirty is a bit strange, but even when you're a morning person, finding that you've awakened at three-thirty, thanks to the new time, is just nuts! Putting the animals to bed at five o'clock screws up my own dinner time, and it makes for a long, long evening after dark. Where is the saving of electricity in that?
There...that's off my chest and I feel better.
It was definitely a soggy Sunday...the rain fell all day long and we ended up with over an inch and a half by nightfall (which, as I said, was early!). The day before I'd been dripping sweat and wanting a cold beer. Twenty-four hours later, I was dripping rain water and wanting a hot buttered rum. It was a good day for a fire in the wood stove, a pot of stew and a loaf of homemade Anadama bread. The bread recipe has been around since Colonial days, but I'd never tried it before. The addition of a little cornmeal gives a nice crunch to the crust and a lovely texture and flavor to the bread. The makers of those aerosol air fresheners are missing the mark...if they really wanted to make a house smell homey and inviting, they should bottle the smell of baking bread.