Tinka, my Fiddletown friend with the fabulous flower garden (how's that for alliteration?) called. We compared and commiserated about our cases of cabin fever. The earlier snows had not stuck in either of our locales. We'd each gotten buckets of rain, forcing another day indoors. There isn't much to do inside but housework; not a favorite activity for either of us. Knowing that we need the rain doesn't stop the feeling that we're being held prisoners on house arrest.
A bit later, the sun broke out and Bessie Anne and I ran outside like kids at recess. Pulling the knife I always carry out of my pocket, I went to work trimming back the biggest lavender bush in the front yard. I'd started it some time ago and it's been bugging me ever since. I could have finished it in one fell swoop if I'd used the hedge clippers, but cutting lavender back with a knife leaves my hands so wonderfully scented. Bess coursed around the yard, checking out the newest ground squirrel burrows. She looks so little out in the west field. Those majestic clouds soon gathered forces and blocked out the sun, the cold wind kicked up again, and it was time to head back to the house. Oh well.