Signs of Spring and other things…

The buckets are hung…

The sap is flowing…

Everyone is walking in mud…

The eggs are increasing…

The seeds are getting started…

The sprouting has begun…

The shedding of long hairy coats begins…

The last of the summer berries are being used up from the freezer…

The critters are exploring, and this one was BIG!

It was a very long Winter here, and although I didn’t mind it at all, I am finding the signs of Spring a very welcome site. The creek sounds like a river, the small blades of grass on the southern exposures have showed, there are rumbles of thunder and smells of wet dirt, and sun on a cool day that feels like it melts your bones from Winter. Even the giant clods of mud on my boots, they are all welcome signs that the growing season is here. It’s time to prepare gardens, time to clean up from Winter, time for baby chicks to arrive, and time to forage for Day Lily shoots and fresh Nettles. Watching our farm wake up from a long Winter slumber, is always beautiful. I guess I am just a four seasons girl. I love watching the changes.

Speaking of change, this Fall we will have a great room with a fireplace, something we have wanted for some time. I look forward to snowy days and warm fires! Hubs is doing a lot of it and wow what a difference. A few weeks ago all we had was a foundation and a mountain of dirt from the excavating. Today the mountain is gone, and the landscaping is in the works. Even the retaining walls are getting set in place. I truly don’t know anyone who works harder! I’m so in awe of all he can do! (See my starter plants glowing in the window?)

I can’t possibly make a post without a bit of food, so here is some goat cheese with red peppers and coated in last Spring’s foraged Ramps. I always like visiting the goat farm.

Then there was this. A hunter asked if he could have an opportunity for some hunting ground at our place this Spring Turkey season. He offered to help with farm chores in exchange, and brought us, on his second visit, a wild turkey breast. He recommended this way of preparing it. Our own Red Tail Hollow bacon wrapped around WI wild turkey. The man gave us a good tip here! It was delicious.

Then, last Sunday everything changed in a heart beat. When a beloved family member is hurt everything else instantly doesn’t matter! I am happy to say that Dad, the rock in my life, is recovering. At this time he is all that matters. It is such an honor and privilege to be there to help him recover. The farm will always wait for me. I never want him to have to wait for me. Family is everything.