My woozy blog

Too early to say it out loud, but maybe I can whisper it?

*whipser modus on*  Spring is on its way to Norway *whisper modus off*

Slowly, piece by piece, the ice is melting and so does the snow. The snow faster than the ice, and it's good this way, cause I can break big pieces of ice and throw it away, so the water won't flood the farm. And honestly, I give nothing about my neighbors field, he don't care so I won't care.
I told him more than once, that he should dig a ditch, so the water can run down to the river, but nope, instead "the lake" is getting bigger every year. His lost harvest, not mine.

And beside that, I'm already looking for places to move. I'm done here, you can't imagine how much!

Btw. did I mentioned the Spring?
Don't say it out loud, it's very shy here in Norway.