Spring...Maybe?

Spring is always a wonderful time of year on the farm. Sure it's busier than all get out with fieldwork and planting needing to be done but it's still so much fun. There's baby calves being born, grass is greening up, and the world just seems to come to life. I love Spring because it's just an explosion of warmth and life and color. I look forward to it after the long dreary Winter.

But we're in that hard part of Spring. The first weeks of the season when things are starting to warm up but it's still below freezing at night. Snow still crunches underfoot in the early morning air but puddles and mud appear by noon.  Allergies flare up, there's child-sized muddy boot prints all over the house, and there's still always that chance of snow.  It's this part of Spring that I don't particularly enjoy. No snotty, drippy, sneezey noses. No slopping wet boots/hats/mitts/snowpants/jackets to tend to every time the kids go outside for longer than five minutes. No driveway that turns into a quarter mile of swamp for the whole month of April.

And yet, I can't find it in me to dislike this part all that much. Yes I wish I could just sleep through it or that Daylight Savings Time would spring us past this mucky, yucky stage of Spring, but I always stop and think that this is just another part of the year and once it's passed, I'll enjoy the warm sunny Spring all the more.  Kind of like biting into that first strawberry of summer. It's so ripe and juicy and oh so worth the wait.

Writer's Block

I know I haven't been posting very regularly but I've had a bad case of writer's block. I'd sit here and absolutely nothing would come to mind.  Sure there's plenty I could write about. Like how much snow we have (LOTS but not as much as some) and how Spring Calving Season is literally ready to start at any moment (already did if you count that heifer two weeks ago) or how my kids are growing in leaps and bounds (time to move them up a size in clothes) or how little farm 'stuff' there is to talk about right now (s-l-o-w time of year).

But somehow none of it seemed to spark my interest.  Still struggling with what to write so I'm letting my fingers go tippy tapping across the keyboard and we'll see what comes of it.

......

Not much apparently.

Better luck next time? I can only hope.