February may have turned into March in a grey and gloomy haze, but the wild birds heralded the change of month with a jubilant fanfare.
As I worked around the barn yesterday morning in the drizzle, I couldn't help but notice the amount of birds who were chirping and singing. It was a symphony that I know all too well... but haven't heard in months.
I've got to say : I love March. Not only is it a big birthday month in our family. (Hubbs' birthday is today... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! to my very best friend and partner in life!
What I love about March is the fact that no matter what befalls us during this month - by the end of the month Spring arrives and the first trees, the willows, begin to show some green. With any luck we will be treated to spring bulbs emerging and blooming around the same time. And then new life and growth begin to cascade - with something new to see every single day!
March is the light at the end of Winter's long, dark tunnel. It rewards our patience and fills us with anticipation.
I've got to admit - we've had snow on the ground (at least in some spots on the farm) since before Christmas.
The orchard and sheep yard, on a northern slope, are still quite...