"... like the first morning, blackbird has spoken like the first bird..."
the sun rose today to a cacophony of birdsong, and i swore it sounded like they knew it was the first dawn of spring. the puppies sniffed after bunny-scent and would've been delighted to roll in the dew.
this morning i baked gluten-free brownies for our open house today at the Purple Rose. later this afternoon, laura and i are being interviewed by journalist colin mcenroe for what i believe will be a television documentary on the paranormal in new england.
i put the finishing touches on the first two chapters of my story. the Angels are calling me to give Them some attention, so i expect to turn my attention to that manuscript in the next three weeks. but today is a beautiful day and the fairies are calling.
and furthermore, the war will end. blessed be.