A sure sign of spring for us is seeing the first garlic sprouts, which happened on April 12th. It was certainly the hardest winter this Southern boy has ever experienced, and Willard, the 91-year-old patriarch here, harkens back to the 1930’s when trying to one-up this one.
But (hopefully) this, too, has passed, and we can safely “speak of the spring, and foison of the year”, as Mr. Shakespeare would have it. Grass is timidly greening, though there are still patches of snow in protected areas; chickens are suddenly laying lots of eggs, the rooster is busy, and we’re expecting our first highland calves soon. Fences are being repaired and new ones erected, “frost seeding” is complete, and Titania the Border Collie is ecstatic – of course, she was ecstatic at 20 below as well. Robins, redwing blackbirds, sandhill cranes are back, and it won’t be long until it’s mosquito season.