Yesterday I was working in the barn for a while then came back out into the air and there it was. Warmth. There was no sun, and I was surrounded in snow, yet somehow there was a warm cast to the air. Of course it made no sense to the senses but it was there.
Spring reached down from wherever she is waiting and brushed my face with her wing. 
Us humans have a big job. We have to take deep breaths of every offer and keep moving forward. 
The animals in our care and the earth under our feet depend on our ability to Hope. To set goals and to work towards them knowing we can win. Down is not in the agenda. Hope must prevail. It is the only way. The warmth is coming.
Have you ever felt the tiniest rush of air as a wild bird darts past your face on the way to somewhere. You imagine that it was a wing you felt – they were that close, careening around. This happens often to me out here. This is what that whisper of spring felt like.
I love Sheila, did I tell you that already? 
Am I turning into one of those conversation deprived women who tell you the same story thrice. About Sheila who runs back and forth, back and forth, when we are on our walks. Are you there miss c, do you need help miss c, are you lost miss c, watch out for that icy patch miss c, this way, this way. 
When the recycled glass house is built there will be another roof line in this shot. It will be a wee while yet though. I will show you, not to worry.
Kupa and his wives were out in the day too.
Good morning, I heard a rumour that there may be sun today. I see a blush of pink on the horizon, so there must be some sky out there. It has been a while since we saw a sunrise. 
Tulip bulbs, they have been knocked back numerous times in the last few weeks with the extreme cold smacking into the heels of spring. These bulbs can teach us a lesson in stoic determination as they reach up to their flowery goal, they bloom then load up with enough energy to do it again next year but producing more hope and more flowers. 
I know it feels dark but Sun is coming!
I have put the girl band out into the salad-bar field. They can hang out there for a while. You will remember that all four of the little fields in this shot will be re-sown this spring. So I am not worried about the animals churning it up. In a few weeks it will be tilled and we will throw a Dairy Mistress mix of seeds into three of the fields. Radishes, chicory and oats into another for a quicker growing high protein munch.
There are plans afoot. It will be wildly busy when the soil has warmed. Not that it won’t be busy today too! (laughter) Exciting.
You all have a lovely day.
celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
57 responses to “The Whisper of Spring’s Wing.”
Aside from all the: ‘spring es ‘ere, the grass is riz.. Oi wunder where the birdies iz ‘ etc….
I had a giggle when poor Clair talked about boots or Wellies, and you replied with gumboots… this is the story of my life in NZ – wellies versus gumboots!!!!
The change of seasons which I love for the promise of the wonders a year past but soon to come, remind me of A.A. Milne’s “Halfway down the stairs, is a stair, where I sit, there isn’t any other stair
quite like it.” 🙂
For only being 80 or so miles away, your weather is so different from ours. My bulbs have yet to break ground yet — there’s still too much snow for that. The Lake really does affect our temperatures. It won’t matter much, though. We’re supposed to get plenty of rain and that will melt much of the white stuff on the ground. If a couple sunny days follow, the ground will dry and I’ll get out there and clean up the rose and flower beds. That’s the plan, anyway, and as I’m sure your know, making plans based on the weather in March is a fool’s errand.
You’ll be up soon and I’m heading to bed very shortly. Have a great morning, Celi!
There is certainly hope in the air. They are forecasting snow for us on the south coast of England on Monday but don’t think it will be anything like yours 🙂
Sheep leaping through the snow. My day is made.
Isn’t it lovely that your bulbs are reaching through the ground…I have over a foot of snow that needs to melt. I’m hoping for nice spring warmth soon.