My dearest Hal,

This evening I got a letter from you saying you had gotten some letters from me that were not V mail. All the letters I have written recently have been V mail so I thought I would try one like this for a change.

Well at last we have had a lovely warm day. I do wonder if spring is finally here. I guess it’s just a false alarm, but it makes me want to rake the yard and spring clean. Today I took my cleaner and cleaned both the cars. You have no idea what a grand job it does.

Honey, this year instead of letting you give me a corsage for Easter I would rather have rose bushes. I hope you don’t mind. I’ve already ordered them and today I fixed a bed for them as I expect they will come some time this week. I spaded the bed out down to the subsoil. Charlie brought me a wheelbarrow full of manure from the farmyard and I put that in then I mixed some bone meal with the topsoil and put it back. I’m going to plant eight roses in it. I guess I picked roses because I know how you love them. When you come home I hope they will be in full bloom.

We are all better of our colds. I think this pretty weather helps. Sam loves the outdoors. I can hardly get him in the house long enough to eat his dinner. He hardly shows that he had a cold after two days in the sunshine.

Daddy spent the day fixing up the brooder house. We are getting the baby chickens before long. We won’t have so many this year as we usually keep. We still have chickens in the locker so we aren’t in such a hurry for fried chicken this year. I am more sold on the locker frozen foods all the time. They are cheaper and better too. The meat is simply grand. Meat is scarce here now. It is rationed beginning this week and O.P.A. hopes that will put an end to the black market and give every one their fair share of meat. I don’t know quite how rationing will effect our getting meat to put in the locker. Of course everyone will have less meat. Chickens aren’t rationed and we can raise and kill our own pigs. I think we will get by very well indeed. I don’t mind giving up any thing as long as it will help win this war.

Darling, I wish you could know how much I long to see you. I want to be loved as much as you could possibly want to love me. Incidentally, I’m saving up some loving myself. You will probably get more than enough if I ever get a chance.

I must go to bed now but I shall dream of you.

All my love,

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