This spring has been damp, cool and slow in coming. This is true. And yet. And yet...when I look around I do see beginnings everywhere, and evidence of spring work that has happened when the rain (and snow) breaks.
The chicken yard is free of snow...
...the chicken coop is cleaned out, and broody hens (without a rooster) take a little coaxing...
...chicks are growing oh so fast...
...tools are at the ready...
...fencing is being repaired, taken down, moved, repurposed, and put back up (I'm told this is how it goes) for spring arrivals....
...we're moving rocks, and more rocks, and rocks...
....where the worms and good soil abound, where we plant what we can, and wait patiently for the rest...
...and always - always - there is a helper (or two or four) to lend a hand.
Oh yes. In small ways, in little windows of time between the frequent rainfall, in tiny little corners of the gardens and pasture...after a long winter, this land and this little farm - that has been sleeping for so many years - is waking up. It's beginning!
