January is endless. Today the rotten snow, the gray sky and this little tiny house are all conspiring to push me over the edge into a full-fledged bout of snarling grouchiness.
Our kind neighbor called early this morning to tell us Marlene was out of the pasture, looking for whatever shoots of green grass she could find under the rapidly melting snow. She has a full round bale of hay in the pasture with her, but would much rather search out a bite of something green. I know how she feels—this is the time of year when the salad cravings start to hit hard. I know it seems a little early in the season, but I don’t know if I can look another root vegetable in the eye!
DH may be headed to Atlanta for a few days of work, and I have to say, just having our winter routine shaken up sounds great.



