Spring is coming. I smell it in the moist morning air. I hear it in the active mating calls of the meadowlarks and migrating geese. I see it in the plump buds on the trees and the mounds of soil where my asparagus, rhubarb, peonies and tulips are waiting to burst through. I see the sun shifting on the horizon with each new sunrise, minutely lengthening each day.
I’m ready to spend my afternoons under a warm sun instead of in front of a warm fire. I’m ready to take off my thick winter gloves and get my hands dirty in the soft garden dirt. I’m ready to spend hours with my horses rather than with my sewing machine. I’m ready for a change.
I don’t think I could ever live happily in a place where there weren’t four distinct seasons. Just when I begin to tire of the indoor winter activities that I had looked forward to with such anticipation last fall, Spring arrives. Just when, instead of seeing a glistening white wonderland with every snowfall, I begin to see “work”, Spring arrives.
So this week, I thought I would show you why I am so eagerly looking forward to Spring. As with my fall and winter photos, every one of these photos was taken somewhere on our farm during the past decade while we have lived here. Happy Spring!
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Next Week: Farewell