Smell that? That's dirt.

Greetings and salutations from the great state of Iowa.

For the most part things have been uneventful, which I'm grateful for, but at the same time I miss the ready accsess to whatever might be going on. So much for a college town.

I don't have much to update due to the lack of anything going on. But here is a quick fix for ya.

I have the worst tan lines in the world. Being out in the sun all day with sleeves down and buttoned does not do much for my usual farmer's tan.

I have settled into a routine in the Blue House where I wake up, take a walk, make a pot of instant coffee (I forgot the 10 cup pot), watch the weather report, then walk to work. Come home from work, wash up, read, watch the news, go to bed.

The farm is beautiful right now. Everything is starting to grow, and the garden is coming to life much to everyone's merriment. Potatoes and potatoes has already gotten old. Our acre of corn just got cultivated today courtesy of your's truly, and Steve. Along with the help of a stolen horse from the 1900 farm. Our potatoes are coming in, along with purple cauliflower, tomatoes, wheat, oats, and barley. We've had some trouble with the chickens much to Katie's dismay, but when there are hungry raccoons, and hawks...we can't do much to help them. Our oxen are getting used to me again and I'm going to start driving them soon according to Steve, and Tony at 1900 says that I'll start driving the horses in late June.

I'm looking forward to coming home for the wedding this weekend, but I'm very nervous as I haven't been able to practice for the last month. Mostly due to scheduling conflicts. And granted, I know the pieces, but...I want them to be perfect. Curse having a great piano teacher!

I'm going to ice my foot now as Bill the horse stepped on it today and it hurts. Lord does my foot hurt. But ice will cure anything I've learned. Or at least dull the pain so that you don't think it hurts.