Window Garden

The last time we went to the city I splurged in the Easter aisle and bought a cute tiny flower pot with an equally tiny packet of cilantro seeds. Now they are in slightly larger pots and doing well in my kitchen window. The weather outside is still too wet and cold to start spring planting. My farmer is restless. Tucker has given up on being a runaway dog and is content to find a patch of sunshine on the carpet.

We are at the end of week one with the electronic medical record. The scheduling desk converted first, and the first few days were rough. I delivered coffee from the bakery on Thursday, and made a point to go visit and cheer them on. I think it will be a good thing in the long run but painful as we learn how to use it. You are blessed to be born into the electronic generation. Your fingers dance across the keyboard at lightning speed, while I wear out my delete button trying to spell.

My latest search is for the perfect sewing table with a recessed opening to allow the sewing machine arm to sit flush with the table. After looking at prices and workmanship, the farmer said he would build one for me if I was willing to wait. I printed him a picture of my first choice.:) Hooray, farmer.