While in Buffalo this weekend Beth called across the hall, "I can hear peepers for the first time." So, I opened my window and heard it too--a sure chorus of spring. Arriving back at the Farm Sunday we saw three doe which seem to have made one of the pastures their hang out spot; seeing them today I noticed the grass they stood on and munched has grown greener, so crisp and alive after the browns and muted greens. It sprinkled last night and tonight too and I had to laugh as I slightly swerved to avoid hopping toads and frogs spotting every stretch of the Farm's roads. It is truly spring.
I spoke with one of the farmers about my garden plot today. I planted varieties of tomatoes and tomatillos and flowers, specks of seeds in a sea of earth, now sprouting seedlings, and now wait anxiously and watch their progress--my trips to the greenhouse some of my daily sacred time. Some of the garden plots have been tilled for early plants/planters so I will be trial testing my first ever batch of spinach (hopefully this weekend), as I've been assured it's hearty enough to handle the still-to-come cool.
As far as the farm goes these days: they've finished tapping the trees for sap, boiied last batches of syrup and I believe are nearly done cleaning the huge vats. Also, my friend Farmer MacDonald bought a half dozen kids (goats), which he is going to use for brush clearing on some of the Farm property; they are super adorable and I've enjoyed sitting with them and being climbed on like a jungle gym--such damn affectionate animals!