This is the beautiful in-between time, an important time. The ground is thawing, the air is warming, the sun is stronger and casts a pale but warmer kind of light. In the morning, we travel across Lulu’s Crossing, the spot Lulu made famous by refusing to cross it into the the ground was leveled properly.

Maria leads the way with Fate, then the sheep, then Red moving the herd from behind, then me, and behind me, the donkeys. I love the rich color of my Archomat art lens, the Russian glasses is softer and less literal than the other lenses. We only had the sun for an hour and it won’t be returning to us until Monday.

But my writing class will meet in the morning. We also plan to dig a hole for Gus this weekend, the ground is getting soft enough, we hope to bury him in one of the gardens Monday or Tuesday.