The past few weeks have been wacky! We started with an extremely mild winter – double digit highs some days and lows above freezing. The daffodils started to jump up, buds developed on all kinds of things that should bave been sleeping and toads started singing in the woods.
Then, reality struck. A winter storm brought high winds and snow to the Far Side. The power went out and the highway was blocked by fallen trees. It got cold. Really cold. There are still traces of snow along the side of the road, and big piles of melting snow dominate the parking lots in town. However, the sun is out again and the birds are singing. I just spent four hours pruning, weeding and top-dressing. It’s only the end of February, but it is acting like March.
I have my seeds for this year; new seeding trays and fresh potting mix are in the greenhouse. Everything is ready except Mother Earth, and she’s in charge. Winter isn’t over yet. The soil is still sodden and cold. The greenhouse isn’t heated so it’s too early to start seeds in there. So I wait and think about all that needs to be done – later. In the meantime, I stay distracted by weaving and sewing projects and planning my next steps on life’s path.
Lambing will start soon, which is busy and distracting, too. We have five pregnant ewes, and some of those udders are getting big. Warmer days will hasten the pasture growth, which is important when there are more mouths to feed. In the meantime the sheep are getting lots of good hay, some grain, molasses tea and the occasional treat from the garden.
Spring will come in its own time. Meanwhile, the weather is jumbled and the plants are confused. Gardening requires patience and optimism. I watch educational videos about pest control and plant propogation while I wait for the right time to get my hands dirty. The ewes are waiting for the right time to introduce their lambs to the world. It’s just a matter of time…