Man, our streak of gorgeous Easter Springtime weather continues. It’s as if we were in some desert environment somewhere not in the rainforest. But I’ll take it obviously, no questions asked.

Lent is over and we have been through the strangest one in I don’t know how many hundreds of years. But we adapted, we Zoomed our way through it. Now on to our next challenge.

I’m watching the little swallows out the window. They just started coming into town in the last few days. They are the sure sign of Spring and they are the sure sign of flying insects, their diet. We’ve reached a certain level of warmth. Eat up those mosquitoes boys!

I was able to get out on Saturday and do some rototilling on the corn. So we have two patches now. So, one will be able to rest a season while the other is working. Yea, the tractor was running great, the tiller was running great, I had my sunglasses on and just tilling my little heart out on that beautiful afternoon. I think that we are setting up our farm stand this summer by the side of the road. We missed the last two years but Wiley and friends have all sorts of veggies planted for sale so it looks like a must.

THE TRAIL REMAINS CLOSED THROUGH APRIL at least. We are taking that month by month. But I am walking on the regular schedule saying the rosary for us all near and far, big and small. That seems my best avenue to be of help in my Felipé world.

There are some furniture repair projects going at the shop bringing in a few dollars. People are so appreciative of that. They have favorite heirlooms that sit forlorn til some kind old carpenter applies some TLC. It’s kind of fun to touch history like that to be able to work with an artifact from another age and place maybe.

Off to the repair shop in town this morning to pick up four chains that I had in for sharpening, chainsaw chains. Still have logs piled up to cut up and split for Catherine and Dana’s next winter’s supply. Keeping everyone toasty.

So, that’s life at the ranch in the Spring of this year. It is not much different than other years really even though I recognize there are other realities out there of the harshest kind. And therefore my work on the rosary.

Off to walk and pray the morning walk loves, Felipé.