The skin on my hands is turning to sandpaper from hauling so many rocks. My goodness do we ever have some seriously rocky soil. Holy moley.
|the soil in the new garden before second till - look at all those rocks!|
|same spot after second tilling|
|the new garden area (the duck pond is just on the other side of that soil mound on the right)|
Moonlight’s not so bad either! Last night, I finally got around to the cows at about 9:00pm. At first, before making it out the door, I felt exhausted and mildly frustrated. But, I think it took all of about 5 seconds basking in the moonlight to turn my spirits right around. It was glorious out there! Jade snuggled warmly on my back, the moon huge and glowing bright in the dark night sky, the pasture bathed in silver light… it was like a dream. It was so beautiful, in fact, that rather than rushing back inside (as I usually would have doing evening chores that late) I lingered about for quite a while, moseying here and there around the homestead. Good thing, too - I discovered a raccoon in the compost and chased him away before he decided to terrorize my chickens! Anyway… moonlight is most definitely also a tonic for the soul (especially for us rainforest dwellers who rarely get clear night skies). While I left the house for cow duty feeling wiped out and ready for bed, I found myself only moments later buzzing with energy and excitement to be out wandering in the moonlight. I would have stayed out there much longer if it hadn’t been for the very sleepy, diaperless, jammieless baby tucked onto my back. Ah, yes, sleep was most definitely calling his name.
Spring is definitely taking hold in my soul. The longer days feel so good, as do the earlier mornings, the increasing number of clear and sunny days, the soil staining my fingers, the peeps of baby chicks and ducklings, and the unmistakable surge of energy that pushes me to do just a little bit more each day. Giving thanks.