Ice Fog

This week I got asked to speak at the R.S. birthday dinner. 

That is why I haven't blogged.

I have been huddled in a corner in my house,

clanking away on the keyboard,

in hopes that something lovely might get said.

I was actually hoping for funny.

That didn't happen.

But it's over and now I can come back to my computer and clank at an appropriate speed and I can spew forth whatever comes to my brain.

It has been foggy here.

Not a normal thing for here.

Its the kind of fog that hangs on to everything it touches.

It clings to you, making you cold.

Colder than you have ever been...

(well... 

I guess that depends on how cold you've been.... 

but it's freaking cold....

 in the chilling sorta way)

I feel the need for wool. 

I want a wool sweater

socks

mitts

scarf

longjohns....

I keep trying to talk in a Scottish accent, 

daydreaming that I live in the Scottish highland 

riding around in the moorlands 

on my pony. 

I could go on 

but I will stop. 

I am sufficiently crazy. 

My poor (insert accent) poor wee lasses think I have gone mad.

Okay 

seriously 

Is anyone else amazed that April is around the corner??? 

Next Wednesday is the FIRST day of SPRING!

Shnikies!

Spring here means....

cleaning pens

fixing fences

riding frisky horses

brushing out matted dogs

but for now

I am frozen

and 

only thinking of stew

and

kilts

burly men

ponies

and 

Scottish accents.....