“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution

Spring, Spring, Where Art Thou, Oh Spring?

About three weeks ago, Spring, in her lovely green gown
and sweet fragrant breath,
came softly tiptoeing to the farm.
She teased us with her presence...
assuring us that winter had left and she was here in his place.


But, like Spring can be at this time of year...
a little cunning and mischievous...
she disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.


Now the calendar says March 20th.
 Spring is supposed to be arriving at 6:29 AM
and unpacking her trunks of her colorful finery.
And yet, she's nowhere to be found.


And winter lingers on....


Still, there's hope in the air.
You can hear it every morning as the sun rises and the bluebirds sing their songs.
The songbirds have returned and are busily building nests.
The air will warm a little each day as we tear pages from the calendar.
The days themselves are lengthening.
She's close... she's on her way... right around the corner!


I'll get her room prepared so that she can settle in quickly upon arrival.


Spring, oh, Spring....you tease us so...
and make us wait...
with butterflies of excitement.


You're a vixen and you're fickle...
and yet we cannot help but adore you
and welcome you with open arms!


Feel free to join us here on our "snoasis"!



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