You will remember that the day before yesterday we opened the Big Barn Doors so that our hawk could find his way out. Which he did. I have left them open. Yesterday was fine and clear and gentle with just a touch of spring was in the air. The sun streamed into the barn, drying out the corners. We got up to 40F and that was fine with me. The early touches of spring are more promising than pretty. But they are there.
Well maybe cats in the sun are pretty.
TonTon trying to climb a vertical ladder to get into the loft is borderline pretty but only from above.
Queenie loving her time in the sun with some grass but on a dog chain is not pretty but she is happy on the inside. Daisy was mooing with disgust, watching little Queenie being led out to the grass in the orchard but Daisy is much too big now, and you will remember her last day on the feed chain. 
Clothes on the line frozen solid because I forgot to bring them in last night was not pretty. And those guineas are never going to win a beauty contest, but never mind. 
This Fat Mama sheep who insists on getting fatter with no signs of being anything other than a Fat Mama is quite pretty but lambs would be prettier. She gave birth to her quads in April last year. I was hoping we could bring her confinement back to early March but maybe not. 
Garlic coming up is a bit pretty though.
Wild onions coming up, which means plant yours now Cecilia, but I forgot to sow them yet, is really not pretty. But it is green in my sleeping garden. I will sow the onions today!
This ugly little clump of chives battling up, knowing that there must be at least one more bout of bad weather to get through, before the real spring, is pretty though.. trust me this is PRETTY. The first thing I eat out of my garden is chives.
My trusty weather man tells me that we will be having a lovely day today too. And it is dawning a transparent navy outside my loft window. I really must bring the tripod up and take a shot of my loft window sunrise for you one day! It is 19F (-7) out there at the moment though. I wonder what today has in store for us!
Good Morning!
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
63 responses to “A tiny bit of spring is not always pretty”
I love your observations. I had similar ones when back in Maine – hope mixed in with a dash of reality (grey skies, the onslaught of mud season). But always, and you are right – beauty.
Oh dear, you are right.. the onslaught of the mud season is just ahead, but rain is good, for the fields.. c
It is hard to believe that you have signs of spring so early…at least it would be considered early in our part of New England.
My sister-in-law got some guineas last year. I just recently saw a picture of them, very unusual looking fowl. Enjoyed seeing your farmy residents. 🙂