I guess, there really is no sense in complaining, we are all in the same boat. The weather has the upper hand. Mother nature must be hung up somewhere else and forgot we are stuck in winter. It’s like an old record that skips, the tune moves ahead just bit only to be bounced to where it began.
So we sit and we wait, we prepare, we hope.
We take advantage, although somewhat reluctantly, of the quiet days. Soon the pace will pick up. They’ll be gardens to till and beds to prepare. The peas are ready to go in, along with the spinach, chard and other hearty greens.
There will be goats and llamas to be sheared. Barns to be spring cleaned. The chickens will pick up their pace. I miss their eggs.
The grapes could use some love; with all that has been going on in the past years they have been sorely neglected. I am excited to be planting more this spring, along with more blueberry bushes.
We all need things to look forward to, don’t we. Human nature certainly. How sad must it be to have no hope, or faith in the future.
I keep telling myself to be patient, enjoy the here and now; rest while you can. There will be busier days ahead.
I am restless, I suppose everyone is at this time of the year [in the North East of USA].
Yes, Lexi, they’ll be time to play. But today we wait and plan, plot, and prepare.
Richard the Yorkishire Terrier/Papillon mix (2 yrs)
Diezel the Treeing Walker Hound (3mos)
Finnegan the Bernese Mountain Dog/Poodle aka Bernedoodle (7yrs)
Lexi the Black Labrador Retriever (6yrs)
Enjoy the wait.