Despite a mild winter and warmer days, spring still seems surprising hesitant. Uncertain whether to move forward or stay still. While unlike the last years, with mountains of snow and ice slowly receding, this spring is quiet, barely changing brown and tan landscape and spring appears to have stalled. Is this an internal memory of winters past or some private insight that it’s still too soon.
Still I can’t help but be impatient. I want to walk barefoot on soft moss. I want to look unbelievingly at green world again. Like me, this little herd of mine feels pretty much feels the same. They are eager and without
hesitation to race in new fields abundant with wildflowers.
I’ve put these friendly creatures on sale , even as a cold damp rain lingers over the start of this week. A spring fever that has set in however too early it may be.