Spring Fever

Martin's spring fever sees new levels of insanity. Outside, the snow is blowing in a regular storm. Outside, I just watched Martin shoveling piles of just-hauled horse manure into the compost piles. Earlier he dug up grass for roses. He sped off in the blue Subaru and I have no idea where he is now. He will smell like a banquet when he finally notices that he is gardening in the middle of a blizzard and comes inside.

Beatrix? She's working it--increasing contractions but no regularity.

Elspeth has taken to addressing my foot as if it is a person. She gives the foot hugs and kisses, brings it things to eat and material to read. I suppose whereas Beatrix remains unresponsive to her advances, at least foot nods or shakes his "head," that is, toes. She instructed Martin to sing her a song about a foot last night, and then a song about Merry traveling in the back seat of a car eating a sock.

And I watched Merry reveling in a bin of raw beans this morning, bathing her face and hands in them as if they were clear cool spring water.

Conclusions? We are all a little off, but at least we're happy about it.