Spring is close…everyone that I see is big-footed and falling over themselves in a state of twitterpation. We had a lovely, loud rolling thunderstorm last week that must have woke up the snakes, and the goats who live next door reek of rut. There were snow and rain all at the same time yesterday, and…
Spring is close…everyone that I see is big-footed and falling over themselves in a state of twitterpation. We had a lovely, loud rolling thunderstorm last week that must have woke up the snakes, and the goats who live next door reek of rut. There were snow and rain all at the same time yesterday, and the roosters are losing their ever-loving minds…Spring must be near with all of those signs…
Last week was warm and lovely, a tease to make me cringe these ice-coated mornings of late. I woke on Wednesday and was go, go, going all day! My housemate and I went down to our lower lot to do some maintenance to the area ignored during winter weather nastiness.
The lower lot is where the chickens live, and since their pen and coop needed a serious raking and cleaning, we let the biddies run around the yard on their own for the first time since we’ve had them. I get nervous because there are foxes and hawks, but I am glad that we let them free for a while. They were overjoyed, just a-scratching merrily, trimming grass and bug-hunting. We added new straw to their coop after dumping the old litter into the compost and turning it over for the first time this year – oh lovely, tumbling black dirt! It does my heart good to see such simple beauty.
While the hens kept themselves entertained, Sarah and I raked out the planting bed from last year. The old dead grass gave way without a struggle in the damp earth, and the baby plants there were easily removed to give room to the clumps of yarrow bursting forth like vivid, ferny fireworks. I transplanted some wild yarrow from elsewhere in the yard last spring, and now that it’s had a year to settle, she sure has taken happy root in that well-draining spot! I look forward to the smoke blends, the tea, and the tinctures that sweet and potent yarrow will be sharing with me this next season’s turn.
There’s also a new friend who will be sharing space with the yarrow this year. Since I’ve left the swamp, I’ve missed the giant violets that filled my yard near the creek (read: drainage ditch). On the local FreeCycle, someone posted about free violet rhizomes, and I jumped at the chance! I picked up the plastic potato bag full of rhizomes and root clumps and skeedaddled back home like a kid with candy…so when we cleared the garden bed and turned over the soil, we planted the violet rhizomes under the sweet-smelling earth and after only a couple of days, I see heart shaped little leaves lifting up towards the sun, and there is one bud just waiting for a bit of warmth to bust!
It’s the strange clock dance of Daylight Savings Time this weekend coming up…all I care about is playing in the widening expanse of sunlight in these warming days. Blessings and warm rain to you all!