This morning the breeze was scented with that lovely perfume you smell in farm country in spring: cow manure. Strange as it sounds, that scent heralds spring and after a few years it becomes a welcome smell after all, signaling the return of blue skies and lush green foliage in our farm community.
The music of tractors plowing back and forth is the musical accompaniment we cherish...
While we don' t have acreage, we cherish the farmland our neighbors plant and make a game of guessing the crops as we pass during planting season, watching for the first sprouts of potato or pea or wheat.
Meantime our own flower beds sprout blossoms large and small, and I can't resist the lure of a new pencil and the friendly sketch pad waiting on the table by the door.
This year the gloom of winter held on extra-long, so we've got early spring flowers at the end of April... the hellebores are inspiring new color schemes in my imagination... What will tomorrow bring?
