The fields are turning green, the maples are starting to bud and yesterday I saw a large flock of geese–flying north.
Our seed potatoes arrived yesterday and our starts are ready. But it’s still raining, with more forecast. It’s too wet to plant, of course. I’m worried that we may get washed out. At a minimum, we’ll be off to a late start.
Our old buck Johnny’s health is failing. He’s having trouble keeping up with the herd these days. Yesterday he fell and I had to help him up. He has spread his seed generously, but he’s entered the twilight of his life.
There were deer in the front yard yesterday morning, and wild turkeys at the barns. It’s the time of year when food is scarce, even as we’re on the eve of a food avalanche.
We picked up our pork from the processor yesterday–hundreds of pounds of premium whole-hog sausage. Our pigs spent their lives happily on pasture, eating a natural, healthy GMO-free diet. They were never given any hormones or antibiotics. They reward us with the best sausage available.
So I’ll begin this beautiful morning, ripe with the expectation of spring, with a breakfast of farm-fresh eggs and pastured-pork sausage. I can’t think of a better meal to begin a day.