On Jared's - The Foraging Spectrum, and grim-looking anthropology book.
On Beren's - Anything samurai- or ninja-related.
What I want on my reading list - some humor, some damn good humor.
I heard the eastern phoebe's call yesterday. Red-shouldered hawk's call today.
The meadow looks drab but as I stare at it, it moves. The foraging juncoes.
Crocuses keep blooming. An outlier appeared in the lawn. Daffodils blooming.
Windy, raw, wet alternating with warm and breezy.
I woke up in the darkness and saw the crescent moon rising in the east. Beautiful. Last week.
Jared's out exploring. I'm writing. Beren's upstairs, occupied.
This morning, Jared rose first. I stayed in bed, thinking. I've been doing that for years now. One day in spring, I will rise far earlier than everyone and go outside. I'll do that for weeks, until summer.
I've been working on training my thoughts. Taming them in the morning. My pattern is to wake with thoughts marching through my head. I'm taming them. I will!
I've also been practicing kung fu in the morning again. I took a break from that. The snow was a challenge. Practicing around chairs, toys, a husband, while trying not to wake a child or rouse a fiesty cat. Business started picking up, too. A bunch of crummy, inconvenient things happened. Skipping my practice didn't work, so I'm back at it.