It was a beautiful day here in the Pacific Northwest.
It almost feels like spring.
Signs of life are everywhere.
Including reminders that we aren’t the only ones restless for a garden.
The night had frozen as we slept in the warmth of love, wood-fire, and blankets. Animals shared body heat curled up in the soft hay on the floors of their houses.
KuneKune Mae scratching blissfully on a fence post. Yes, that is baling twine and zip ties holding the fence together.
Pastured pork mama Koko munching away on our lush pasture.
Worm Castings seem to equal Delicious Eggs
Pastured Hens Socializing in the ChickShaw
The cold passed over.
Bright Lights Chard
Hestia F1 Brussels Sprouts
(pausing to admire some of my husband’s handiwork–something every woman ought to do)
The glorious sun burst forth from behind the tops of the trees. No frost could resist melting in its glory. No dew could stay grounded in it’s alluring warmth.
It was a beautiful day.
Sometimes eggs drop out of even the most helpful little hands. On a farm, you can’t cry over spilt milk… or broken eggs. Some critter will be stoked.
“This is the day which the LORD hath made; we will rejoice and be glad in it” Psalm 118:24 KJV