Sometime it must be spring.
Dad used to look out the window and say that the last winter he lived. He made it and died in that April. Now I see another spring too. And I always say if I don't hit the ground running in March I am sunk. Like usual, it is half past April already. I busted back and got most of the flower beds raked. I hate oak trees!
Haven't gotten barnyard on them yet, nor mulch from my wood chip pile. I set the hens to raking the one terrace and then the next when first was raked. They do good work and do it for birdseed. Problem is attention span. They work a short bit and then off to somewhere else. So it takes them days to do an area. But, easy for them to get under stuff and then all I need do is gather the piles they make.
I drove down the road. See the woods has that pink blush. It is caused by the shells of buds. The next is the green blush and then it seems over night it is BAM! Green woods. I noticed the lilacs have leaves a quarter inch already. Daffodils are in bloom. Grass in the meadow is greening. Nature is in its usual rush to start and get on with it before winter.
I brought seed containers up. Should start some soon. Lettuce sounds right. So much work ahead. Set buckets ready to plant. Buy plants. But, this is the time of hold...raining and 50 today and half the week ahead. I remember digging out and not making it home til the next day in the blizzard that hit mid April in 73. Suckers!
I have kittens everywhere the moms have hid them. Hens are laying almost a dozen eggs a day. ENOUGH already! Here, have a dozen eggs. YOU need them!!!
Time to clean the wood shed and start to fill it again. Fields need to get tilled. Weeds killed. The farm dictates life. And nature.