Easter, red bud blossoms on the deck. Easter, late this year, temperature due to rise into 80's. Easter, six guineas growing eager to secure the fields. Easter, my three colors of red geraniums free of the green house. The white (off-white leaning to dirty white) dot behind the glass storm door is Mr. Lee! Planning on a long walk today after we water the garden and after we feed the guineas and chickens. Crocheted a white scarf for Heavy Boots, looking for key today. Out here in the hollow, distant from the work of the world it would seem, what does it mean just lying down in an open field with no thought at all?