Spring musings

 I never remember how incredible spring is. The frogs in our yard are loudly clacking all day and night, windows are open, the moist garden has been turned over and re-composted. All is verdant and alive, soaking up the sun and warm north wind, beginning to move again, waking from winter's dormant months. 
Blossoms everywhere, blushing at the sides of muddy roads and gracing the lines of orchard trees. 

 I can feel the spring cleaning bug coming on, the need to overturn and pare back to just the things I need. As William Morris so wisely puts it 'Do not have anything in your house that you do not believe to be useful or beautiful'. 

Yesterday as I weeded the garden, uncovering fecund soil, I watched my chickens peck at the grubs and critters as I blow their cover, loving the gentle (and not so) rhythm of nature. My feet and knees filthy, my heart contented from sitting amongst the humus and debris of my spring garden. 

I came in and ordered a batch of organic spring seeds, hoping the warmer months will send my plants thriving. 

Today was slow, I cooked, washed, sat and wrote. We're going skiing this weekend. 
Loving spring...