Sun on snow, blinding bright, as Finn and I lug 5 gallon buckets of feed and water to the pigs, chickens, goats and cow. Coal black crows sit in the snow waiting for the spill of grain as we trudge and stumble in yesterdays frozen boot holes. A long winter already and more snow and cold predicted for the week. Inside, we keep the cook stove loaded with wood and the tea kettle always hot. Seed packets spread in disarray over the long oak table as we plan for the first planting of green(s) in the high tunnel and seedlings in the greenhouse. Warm, brown dirt to dig in is miraculous with temperatures in the single digits at night, and only a light cover of plastic that keeps the cold from taking hold.
Please join us this season and reap the bounty of our hard work. Spring is almost here. I can see it in the fat robins that returned to the farm yesterday.