A Blowy Day

The March winds certainly blew this week! Rufus and I spent two whole days picking up sticks because the big trees threw them all over the garden. There was a bitter wind from the North so I was glad of the wooly hat and gloves the other monks made me last year.
Rufus loves picking up sticks! Sometimes he doesn't bring them to the pile but runs round and round the garden. Sometimes he brings a stick to me and asks me to throw it. I tell him, 'Rufus, we are supposed to be collecting sticks not throwing them!'

Tonight we will have a lovely big fire with all the sticks and eat fish stew and oatcakes.