Well that was fast.
Plenty of rain and several weeks of May-like temps have turned the switch on early, it seems. We’re told to expect some cold nights and snow flurries before March is behind us but there’s really no stopping what’s going on out there in the woods and fields, ponds and streams, soil and sky. It’s all awake now.
This verdant green pasture isn’t ready to graze, it’s mostly just a carpet of inch-high new clover leaves, but it sure looks yummy. The promise of delicious meals to come, and sooner than last year, they were covered with snow at this time a year ago. We normally don’t start rotating the cowherd through the pattern until late April; it’ll probably happen a couple of weeks earlier than that this time around.
Once again the sap run blew right past me, if it happened at all. Buds on the maple trees mean sugaring season is over; oh well there’s always next year. And the next. It’s scramble time now, to stay ahead of the bunch grasses in the garden rows that didn’t get seeded to cover crops, get the mowers and trimmers ready for action, finish setting up paddocks for horse grazing, and on and on.
Ready, set, go!
Thistledog's Farm 
Sugar is hard to catch. We usually try to hang buckets on Valentine’s Day but this year we missed it.
My guess is you have been too busy to post recently but I look forward to reading it when you do.