Spring is a Fickle Beast

We’ve stepped backward into cold again. The poor daffodils that tried to blossom in the warm sun of last week are cursing themselves for thinking it was safe enough to come out of the safety of their buds. We’ve planted peas, arugula, claytonia, spinach, and mache outside. Our onions were going to go out yesterday but it was so cold we decided to wait, also the cat got into the cold frame and flattened all of them so we thought we would give them a few days to straiten themselves out.

I find it humorous that even though it is in the 20’s and freezing we still haven’t made a fire. We didn’t even think about it we just never put more wood in once it got warm and when it got cold we just bundled up. I think somehow in my mind I feel like if I make a fire I will only be satisfying winter’s cruel sense of humor.

We had to fence the goats and chickens out of the orchard because they had gotten a bit too overzealous with the munching of woody material and started in on the trees. They don’t seem to mind, they have kept on devouring the blackberries and roses that are on their side of the fence. I for one do not understand how a goat’s tongue keeps from getting skewered by the many many thorns found on these plants. They don’t seem to notice them at all.

That’s all I have for now, more photos coming soon!


April 16th, 2011|

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  1. cyn April 16, 2011 at 9:20 pm - Reply

    april IS the cruelest month

  2. Robyn April 20, 2011 at 8:54 pm - Reply

    It has been a long winter and a late late spring. Dutton says its Easters fault for being so late.

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