Resurrection

 I am playing catch-up today after three days not in the tomb, but in the throes of a very nasty head cold, during which I did next to nothing.  "School" was reduced to watching the wonderful historical drama John Adams, and reading aloud, with much throat-clearing and nose-blowing, Where the Lilies Bloom.  

The days have become chilly since this past weekend, and there was frost this morning, making me glad that I am such a procrastinator when it comes to putting plants into the ground.  The last frost date around here is generally April 15th, although I believe some were fooled by the early spring into believing that there would be no more frosty mornings.  My herbs are still tiny, gracing my workbench.

I had to make yogurt this morning and bake bread, as milk is abundant with the spring grass and I ran out of bread yesterday.  I decided against my usual mixed grain loaves and opted instead for some honey wholewheat bread.

The kids have very little evidence of their colds; just a few sneezes and sniffles, but it is hard to tell what's what, since most of us have pollen allergies this time of year, too.

Now that I am again to be counted among the living, I have a number of things to do, so I had best be getting to them!  It's good to be back...