Not-So-Good Friday

This blog has suffered from low posting syndrome lately. It has to do partly with some other writing projects that are taking up my evening hours, but mostly with the lack of anything post-worthy happening around the homestead. Winter is dragging on interminably, though we are getting a few glimpses of spring--an occasional, sheltered daffodil or crocus sprouting a few brave leaves, robins returning, and seedlings sprouting under the lights. It's chilly and wet outdoors and there has been no opportunity to even stomp some peas in the ground yet.

Today, Good Friday, is the day we Christians remember Jesus' death. It is a somber sort of a day, made even more somber at our house by the death of a goat this morning--the only one we were milking. We still don't know what happened to her, maybe pneumonia, and the vet, who had just checked her a week or two ago, was baffled as well. It's always so hard losing an animal, and especially so for the children. So I guess you could say it's been a Not-So-Good Friday here.