Wherein the patience is all yours and the gratitude is all mine. I know I’ve been promising you buttermilk, kefir and yogurt for weeks now but I must beg your forgiveness. In late January my husband went on a business trip, returned home and promptly headed to bed. He stayed there for a week with flu and fever. The following week my youngest son came down with it – only this time it was the stomach flu. That lasted a week and then my oldest son came down with it – no stomach ailments but hacking cough. Both boys slept fitfully, waking with hallucinations that took me forever to bring them back out of. And now, I have finally succumbed to that dastardly flu.
The fact that I was up all hours listening to whooping coughs and calming frightened minds down, and spend two to three hours outside in the elements each day doing farm chores has not helped at all. The fact that March came in like a lion (my weather notes from last week read Monday – snow, Tuesday – snow, Wednesday – sleet, Thursday – driving rain, Friday – hail, Saturday – snow, Sunday – snow) has not helped at all. The fact that everyone is as sick as can be of chicken soup, now that I finally need some, has not helped at all. I am gradually getting better and kefir and yogurt are on their way soon, I promise.
In fact, I have a special guest who will be doing the honors and I’ll send you her way quite soon. But for now I wanted to raise a white flag to let you know that I am here, and that very, very soon we will get back on with home dairy challenges.
Until then, think cheesy thoughts and don’t forget to return to this blog at month’s end (when I’m quite certain that March will go out like a lamb) and link up all that you’ve done. I really do have some wonderful prizes in store for you!