Burning Ditches and Other Signs of Spring

The smell of burning grass can only mean one thing….Spring. Every responsible person with irrigation ditches gets burning on those days when the wind it light.

The ditches getting burned makes all the moving water work more efficiently. I’ve heard people say things like, “Oh, my neighbors…they don’t burn their ditches”. Enough said, everyone knows ‘those’ neighbors….the slackers. We got our ditch burnt and the pond as well.

…and then the next day it snowed. Seriously!

The cows are home! We picked Agnes and John Boy up from the Prom. We’re told that the Bull was able to get a dance and we are expecting a new little calf for Thanksgiving. Hasn’t John Boy grown?

I took the day off of work today to rest my weary soul. I spent 6 hours weeding the flower garden…oh, be still my heart. No, I am not done yet, but I have really realistic expectations this year. I am not expecting the garden to be ‘weed free’, I’m just working toward more flowers than weeds.

The hens have branched out their laying strategy. They leave eggs in their nesting boxes and various places in the barn. High on hay bales and in between this wall and a few bales of straw.

Every day is an egg hunt.

Spring sings of new beginnings. We’re expecting a new baby grand daughter in another 10 weeks…I am having so much fun sewing for her.

The pond was filled earlier than usual dashing a few of our other pre-irrigation chores, but Gunner and Charlie couldn’t be happier.

Some signs of Spring will always be the same….baseball and my favorite little Dodger fan….

to say nothing of…

Summer….Fall….and Winter,

and we are blessed.