No deep thoughts today, and no time to compose them if I did. Instead, a few pictures to document the farm’s turn from a long winter to a slow spring. With opening day this Saturday, we’re happy to see rain instead of snow. Thunder’s rolling as I write. Soon, raindrops will fall.
Six days ago, our yard was covered in snow.
Today, a freshly tilled field awaits planting.
The wild plums are beginning to bud. Nothing smells like spring as wild plum blossoms along the ditches.
We lost many of our daffodils to snow; the more colorful varieties bloom later and survived.
A peony unfurls like a tropical flower.
A certain sign of spring is a greenhouse full of tomatoes, peppers, and eggplants.
The snow gone, John mowed the yard this morning with my Grandpa Short’s push mower.
And now, the rain begins.