There is something so energizing about spring mornings.
After months of silence, our farm is alive with the sound of birdsong. All around us are the songs of sparrows, bluebirds, woodpeckers, wrens, and so many more... a list too long to write. And although the early morning temperatures still echo winter, it doesn't take long before the sun warms us. As each hour passes, I shed another layer of clothing... until, finally, by afternoon, I am in a shirt and jeans. By the end of each winter, I so look forward to working around the farm without so many heavy layers on. After months and months, I am finally liberated!
We walk the horses up to the upper pastures where they run and buck and kick for the first five minutes before settling down to graze on the dry, leftover winter grass. It won't be long until the pastures burst forth in shades of electric green - at which point the liberal grazing time will come to an end.
Yesterday was an exceptionally beautiful day. I rose early and did the laundry - it was the perfect day to hang it out to dry. After being away for four days, doing morning chores was a treat. It's good to be back in the routine again. All is right with...