A change in the weather
makes me rejoice to the hilltops. At 1 o'clock p.m. It is already 70
degree. These little daffodils are showing their glory too. I
uncovered the asparagus bed and found new sprouts coming through.
Within a few days I will be eating fresh asparagus. It grows faster
than any other plant. The plum trees are solid white with blooms. The
corona virus worries, and the economy which determines my living, has
just left me. I see the light at the end of the tunnel. I heard my
President speak this morning, and I am fully convinced he has
everything under control. The millions of prayers from the Christians
has lifted him up above the shadows. I stopped off at the kitchen
after coming in from outside, and guess what. I put on a big pot of
cabbage with ham, and am fixing to make a lot of cornbread muffins. I
did wash my hands though. I'm putting off lunch till the cabbage is
ready. Lunch will be more like 3 0'clock today. But I had a late
breakfast so I won't starve. I went to bed twice last night. I woke
up at 4:30 and couldn't go back to sleep. I made coffee, drank two
cups, and laid back down. This time I woke up about 9 o'clock, and
made breakfast. Although I didn't think I was worried about our
country, I'm sure my sleepiness was proof that I was. At this time I
am feeling great, and have energy to go. I am positive my Lord will
take care of me even if I loose all my income.
I am getting pretty tired of staying home, and I'm thinking about carefully going back out. As long as we follow the rules I think we will be safe. I miss my dear friends, and I need to start having lunch with them again. Before I get back to having too much fun I need to do some house work. I cannot put off vacuuming any longer. I will be having company this week-end and I must do a little preparing. I do miss having all the energy I used to have, and cleaning my entire house in a couple of hours. It takes me that long now just to run the sweeper. And I'd almost rather go to the field and stack bundles of fodder. Haven't done that since I was a teenager, but it sounds interesting now. Only the hay is now bundled in two hundred pound bales. It has to be moved by machinery. My brothers, and I, with our mother as supervisor used to stack hay for hours at a time. We had to gather up the bundles where the hay binder had dropped them, and carry them to a stack. I will never see fun days like that again. I have never lived on a farm since I married, but I always wanted to. My husband had enough when he was growing up, and would not even think about farming again. I have never liked house work.
God Bless
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