Spring is unfurling her sleepy, sun-starved arms as winter exhales (what we can hope to be) some of her last few breaths; the garlic raises its tiny green fists to the light, rhubarb and tulips beginning to peak out of the earth to see what all this sunshine is about. The ducks have laid three eggs this week, and though I would have been tempted to make a chickweed duck egg omelette, Thomas snuck the eggs under a particularly broody hen, who is unknowingly on her way to becoming mother to some forever confused ducklings. (The ducks themselves were raised by the chickens, and though they have the run of the place, they spend a considerable amount of time staring into the fenced in chicken yard, perhaps reminiscing their days in the chicken coop.)
Things in the greenhouse are coming alone nicely, the cilantro that I optimistically planted in November has been a much welcome addition to many a meal thus far (and some wee lil radishes I had forgotten about were a nice treat to nibble on.
Big bonfire out here last weekend, had some friends come out for the night; the next morning was ridiculously beautiful and spent wandering in the forest then collecting some soil samples to send back to Truro with them. We had a family hair cut day out here last weekend as well, though my own was momentarily postponed when the buzzer gave out. I can't wait to learn to shear the sheep. . . the ewes are looking bigger and bigger each day. The first is due to lamb on April 7th, I don't know if I'm ready to be a sheep mother, hopefully all goes well.
The chicks are starting to figure out they're chickens, and are looking a little less like awkward teenagers as their feathers begin to fill out. Soon begins the unraveling of the mystery as to which are to be our layers, and how many are males and fated to become one of Teri's delicious stews. Ideas for a chicken tractor are blowin' around like tumbleweeds these days. Are there tumbleweeds in Nova Scotia? I think I'm giving away my prairie heritage here. . .
We got a lot of seeds into the dirt in the greenhouse this week, we are stacking trays at some unruly angles, hoping to have the hoop house ready for seeding early next week. The fields are so muddy a pirate could lose a peg leg in them. . .hoping for some sunshine next week to dry them out a bit, as we are all chomping at the bit to get our hands dirty and ready things for more planting. We continue to feast like cabbages and kings, with more eggs than we can shake a stick at, though speaking of cabbage I think there's only one left in the root cellar, and every time something green makes it to the table these days it's gobbled up pretty quick.