A dry morning but still the fog.
I'd prefer some sunshine, but at least the rain has stopped and the fog might break by afternoon.
This will be the third straight day, and it's hard to feel uplifted when the fog hangs so heavily throughout each day.
This morning's early walks with the dogs to the far shed were almost pleasant.
Ice has melted and lakes from the constant downpour of the past few days are disappearing.
So, walking was nice and the hope for some sunshine and balmy temperatures later in the day lifted my mood.
I was actually surprised that Saturday and Sunday were as relentless in the rain department as they were.
So, the weekend involved a lot of indoor stuff, like football games and working on stories, but the squirrels outside the windows provided some entertainment.
We now have two species of squirrels hanging around the house, and often literally hanging. The town squirrels have been here in abundance all winter, but over the past week, at least two pine squirrels showed up.
I think they are much cuter than town squirrels, but I do not appreciate the messes they make. These little buggers have wasted no time digging into the pots I left on my deck for the winter.
They cannot dig neatly. Instead, there's dirt scattered all around the deck, and they've only just begun.
Even though they're deck wreckers, I still enjoy seeing them, especially when I catch them in their own little world, fully involved in their version of grooming or scratching their itches.
Also, in the fog yesterday, like others who posted on Facebook, I heard the first spring sounds of the "CHEEEEEEEZeburger" birds. They've been here all winter, but yesterday must have signaled to them that it was CHEEEEEZeburger time.
It was a nice sound of promise---the promise that early spring will be coming.
Bring it on.
Yesterday when I took a sack of grain over to Roxane's, there was activity in the big arena.
With Kerry directing and dealing with the details, Roxane was driving the tractor with its loader.
New mirrors for the side walls were being put in place.
It took some intricate teamwork, but they were getting the job done with no seven years of bad luck from mirror mishaps.
I'm happy to report that my horses have gotten used to seeing themselves and don't seem to mind what they see.
Bridie and Foster are bonding more and more each day. The two were not the best of friends when Liam was still alive.
Liam was Bridie's hero, and she actually showed disdain for Foster whenever he received attention and she did not.
That dynamic has gradually changed since October as they've both learned to rely on each other.
Speaking of Bridie, some may know that her name was inspired by our friend Bridie who manages The Bar on the island of Inis Mor off the west coast of Ireland.
Bridie told us once that her name is the nickname for Brigid (various spellings), an Irish saint.
In addition to that story, I have discovered that Bridget is a name found in our Irish ancestry.
Slowly but surely, I'm learning more and more about St. Brigid, now known as the "matron saint of Ireland." She continues to gain more prominence in the country, including having a holiday declared in her name.
We, as a family, have visited the Cathedral named in her honor in Kildare, and we have collected several forms of St. Brigid's crosses. Bill and I also stayed in her birthplace of Dundalk last fall.
I bring this up because this week begins the celebration of St. Brigid's 1,500th birthday. The story in the link below explains St. Brigid in her many dimensions.
I would give anything to spend some time in Ireland during these celebrations.
In the meantime, I'll just keep learning about this amazing saint whose story has inspired so many.
I hope you enjoy learning even about St. Brigid and her celebrations in the videos below.
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