A week and a half ago we had our one and only snow of the season. I was okay with that. 'Tis one of the perks of living in this part of the country, in my opinion. I grew up in a region where snow lasted forever and subzero temperatures would be the norm for days and sometimes weeks on end. It's funny. When folks here start to whine about it getting into the teens, I make sure to conjure up memories of Januaries and Februaries past when we were thankful that the temperature finally got up to zero after two weeks of chipping ice out of water buckets in the barn or the multiple trips of carrying my canning kettle full of warm water from the house out to the goats a few times each day to make sure that they were staying warm and well hydrated because the outside well hydrant had frozen solid. That makes me appreciate the warmth of the teens on a chilly winter's day.
But...as usual...I digress.
Spring has, indeed, sprung this week. How can I be so sure, you ask? My first sign was that my very favorite flower, the daffodil, is in full bloom. Yes...but that's just one sign, you say...and, besides...a little over a week ago those same daffodils were buried by snow. And...you'd be correct.
But...as I said...that was my first sign of spring.
Here are the real signs...all on the same day.
Our newest additions....new life!
Spring has sprung, indeed.
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