Is it too soon for Spring fever?
Thanks for that reality check!
Well, regardless... this week's much warmer temperatures have me dreaming of
burying my fingers in rich dark earth.
It has me dreaming of seedlings that grow...
producing fresh, juicy vegetables.
These thoughts make walking through the produce aisle very difficult.
Everything there was grown a continent away and shipped here.
Freshness doesn't exist this time of year.
Oh, what I'd give for vegetables right off the vine!
The garden is dormant... taking a long needed rest.
The compost, that I treated each box with, is slowly releasing
all of its goodness... making the soil rich and healthy.
These warm afternoons have been a gift...
giving me extra time to work outside.
The animals have enjoyed their return to pastures...
spending the mornings grazing
and the afternoons - sleeping!
Sweet, handsome Donnie Brasco...
the absolute greatest pony in the history of all ponies...
(sorry to all you other lovely ponies out there!)
He is as sure and steady and sound as a pony could possibly be...
and quite dashing, as well!
He grows a thick, wooly coat each winter, not to mention the longest tail.
I have to keep it trimmed or everyone would be stepping on it as it drags behind
him like a train.