Can't Dance

There's an old saying about winter weather on a farm, "Can't dance, and it's too wet to plow."  That's about where we are now, and weather is the topic of conversation everywhere.  Probably boring if you're not in it: well, it's boring if you are, but we're stuck with what we've got.

I'm going to name the almond tree Little Engine (children's book, "The Little Engine That Could").  It probably has the worst timing in the world, but, by golly, it's going to bloom regardless.  There are clumps of traveling daffodils putting out buds now, too.  None of the daffys are where I planted the bulbs.  I've not been able to figure out how and why they migrate, but it's kind of fun to see where they'll show up each year.

With little else to do yesterday, I watched "Gran Torino" (2008, Clint Eastwood, Bee Vang) and "Quigley Down Under" (1990, Tom Selleck, Laura San Giacomo, Alan Rickman), both movies having  to do with tolerance.  There are worse ways to spend a rainy day.