Late winter on the farm can be a messy proposition. Rather than plow, we let our February snowfall settle in place, trusting that above freezing days, south winds and sunshine will return the yard to the faded browns and greens of dormancy. This means we get more puddles in the driveway on sunny days like today, which means more mud picked up on boots and, well, paws...
Farm dog would have been a mess to reckon with after a romp across today's thawing landscape, we reminded each other as we stomped our own boots to shake off mud. Time allows us to set grief in its place; we miss Farm dog but our floors now stay clean.
Hubby and I pruned Row 8 today, bringing us to the halfway mark in the vineyard. My pruner isn't quite cutting it (pun intended) and so tonight my wrist is throbbing. Hubby's pruner, meanwhile, disappeared in the vineyard. You'd think between rows of green grass and black mud we could spot an orange clipper lying on the ground. But no. I bet if we don't find it the lawnmower will.
March is within arm's reach now. March, the month that gives us more daylight and calls for the return of Spring, is on the doorstep, muddy paws and all. I can't wait to welcome her in.
24 February 2009
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