For the same reason I was up until midnight, I have no farm topic for today's entry. Done with barn chores, milk buckets washed, and the day stretching ahead, I was struck by the "need" to start a beading project yesterday. When these urges hit, there's nothing for it but to give in because they niggle like a splinter waiting under the skin. Besides, it was too darned cold to sit outside and I'd already given three days over to reading. I have a stash of beads collected over the years but, of course, couldn't locate the same ones required by the pattern that had caught my eye. Aha, a challenge! Innovation, substitution, tweaking the bead count here and there, trying, taking out, redoing; time flew by.
My niece in New Hampshire called in the afternoon, a welcome break. She laughed when I told her we might get a flurry of snow here. The coastal New England states are due for two to three feet of snow in the next couple of days. Sure takes any excuse to snivel out of any complaints I might have about the drop in temperature or the heavy frost on the ground this morning (no snow). We talked until sundown here. Snow or not, it was cold and the chickens and barn girls were more than ready to get inside last night.