. So last night there we were with the wind roaring around the house and barn, candles flickering and dinner was a turkey sandwich...how romantic can Valentines Day be ! This visit to the diary is short, no water meant no eggs washed last night and they are still sitting waiting. got to go, no mention of storms today or I may land up on the ducking stool ! Take care, M
It wasn't me, I didn't do it !!! Several years ago Greg and I visited Salem Mass. the home / final resting place of the "witches" hanged or otherwise despatched in 1692. During that visit we were amused to notice that many of the dates for the demise of the witches was 9- 22-1692, my birthday being 9-22....but not quite so long ago !! Ever since that visit Greg has jokingly referred to me as his very own witch. I would like to tell you that I did not wiggle my nose, concoct a mystical potion or use some other witchery yesterday. I happened to mention a power outage in yesterdays diary entry....I had no influence in it happening. Last night, when the windstorm hit we were just beginning our evening chores, everything was normal...or as normal as it ever can be here on the ranch !
. So last night there we were with the wind roaring around the house and barn, candles flickering and dinner was a turkey sandwich...how romantic can Valentines Day be ! This visit to the diary is short, no water meant no eggs washed last night and they are still sitting waiting. got to go, no mention of storms today or I may land up on the ducking stool ! Take care, M
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