It's hard to sleep now. Spring is rushing towards us at an alarming rate. The rain was patting the ice off the roof early this morning and the first step outside just squished in the mud. I love the smell of fresh mud after the rain and it seems like the grass takes a beating from which it will never recover from in between the frost every morning and the barrage of moisture from snow melts and spring rains.
My house makes noises at night. It's alive now with beer bubbling, rabbits drinking, quail hatching, and seedlings sprouting. My morning rituals are getting more involved now with spraying down the flats of basil sprouting in every window of the house and turning the eggs slowly warmed in the incubator. We added an angora rabbit to the mix just recently and we hope to have some of the best scarves by next winter... or at least some fiber to spin to get through the long dark days of January.
The sun is stretching across the horizon, the goats are fully utilizing their fenced off pasture and pepper is barking and chasing around everything that moves.
I know it's still February but with 60 degree days it's really hard not to think that spring is in the air.
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