Spring on the Farm.

Taking a Rain Break.

As soon as the snow melts, we hit the ground running. We have to because our growing season is so amazingly short. This snow-season kicked off in early November with 36” in 36 hours and lasted until just a few weeks ago. Soon, after a few brief months, the weather will turn sweltering hot. I’ll be getting up at 5AM just to water the gardens before the bees and grasshoppers start to stir.

Every season has its challenges.

Right now, though, spring is perfect. Spring, I think, is our hard won prize for suffering through all the other seasons. The snow, the bees, the drought, the fires and smoke, the heat… all of them are forgotten once the birds of spring arrive.

As I write this, the sky is a heavy gray and rain is pouring on the roof of our little house. There are three hummingbirds just outside my window. Quicker than I can say, “Look, a hummingbird!” they dart from their red feeder to the Japanese lilac. All day long they do this dance.

As I sit taking it all in, the rain is giving…