A bit of housekeeping first: Yesterday's video is now working... in case you could not access it. It is not a typical video, but a really sweet capture of the determination of a three-year-old.
The magic is happening all around, right on schedule, isn't it? Here, in our little corner of the world, with our very own little chilly microclimate, Spring's energy is bursting forth in an unbridled manner.
The daffodils that randomly dot the front pasture are once again lifting their cheerful faces towards the sun. I have developed a very personal relationship with these flowers. Each spring I lie on my stomach, face to face with the daffodils, enjoying their bright yellow hues. They bloom, each year, just in time for my birthday. As as result, I feel quite tied to them.
There is a huge jungle of forsythia that grows next to the old log cabin.
Any day now it will be ablaze in yellow. And not long after that, the flowering quince and lilacs will join the party. Just the anticipation of all that color and fragrance makes my heart sing!
The grass is beginning to thicken and turn green.
And although I am not ready to add mowing to my chore lists, I love the fact that the animals...