Melt
I feel like I'm living in
one of those nature documentaries where the ice pack is melting and the
grizzlies are hunting in flooded streams. Except the only thing hunting
in our flooded streams is ducks...who have finally stopped pouting in the coop and have slowly begun to lay once again!
As the snow melts, I
remember that a world exists beneath the white. Abigail will be thrilled
to learn that some of the oats have survived the deep freeze due to
their frosty blanket and will soon be dry enough to consume.
I'm finally collecting
sap again from the sugar maple and box-elder, and the Buddha who had
entirely drowned in snow is dancing in front of the trailer once again.
Crocuses by next week, perhaps?
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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