Firsts.

The first baby robins of Spring.

The first time doing anything is always a little bit tougher than the second time. Since this is my first official blog entry on Beekman 1802 it feels like it should be somewhat momentous. Which has me scratching my head. Nothing feels that momentous this morning. Brent's not at the farm this weekend. I've got a list of chores that will fill every sunlight hour. A little gardening. A little clean-up. Putting the screens in the windows. See? Nothing very...