a tumble of seasons

 Dearest ones, too many days have gone by since I last popped in here.

 It's all about windowsills these days.

These beautiful white daffodils have filled our living room 

with a magical scent for days.

Their stubborn showiness has been a sight for sore eyes.

 The snow just will not quit up here.

 Wilma and Corazón have spent hours and hours

by the stoves.

Here they are, tucked up by the propane stove we

sometimes light in the morning while we sip our 

coffee/tea.

Often, when we have the Home Comfort stoked,

they disappear behind the stove, wedged together until

their fur gets so hot that they have to roll over,

rotisserie style!

 Here's the moon rising up over our neighbor's field.

This was the day before the Vernal Equinox
and the moon was nearly full.

 The very last of the beets have come up from the root cellar.

Their scent of fresh earth had me pining to have my hands in the dirt.

 But then this happened.

36 hours of snow, wind, a few hours without power

and a bunch of exasperation!

We are SO DONE with winter up here!

 The sun is out today, and it's Maple Sugaring Weekend

here in Vermont.

The farmer at the foot of our hill was boiling sap yesterday.

The arch was full and the vents were open!

Batman has set up a simple grow light in the furnace room.

He has seeds tucked into the soil and hopes as big as can be.

The hoop house awaits the big thaw!

And, oh my goodness...
Our neighbors down the road, Laura and Nora have four goats.
Two of them just delivered some baby kids.
Two sets of triplets!
All six little girl goats!

Yesterday we went down to snuggle.
A tiny little heartbeat tucked under my chin, and a nuzzle up close.

It's a tumble of seasons up here...
winter and snow and melt and sunshine and mud
and sprouts and hope and energy and community.

xo