The word Green stands for so many different things. Environmentally friendly. The greenies. Marijuana. The Green Party (hey NZ – are they still there?). Green as in innocent or un-knowing. Little Green Men. Green as in envious. Green Tea. For me: Green means – well – GREEN – as in the colour.
Yesterday it rained with a high of 60F (15C) . A warm drizzle all day long. I was working inside the barn for a few hours and came out into the late afternoon to find the world had turned Green. As in Greening UP.
In about four hours the world had turned green.
In the time it took for my Lemon Chicken Chickpea Soup to cook, the world had turned green. This soup is divine. I use a whole cut up chicken (one of my home grown ones of course) and omit the rice.
All the cows are suffering loudly in the yards – they hate to be locked out of the fields but the rain makes the ground so soft and poggy and if they are quiet long enough they would be able to hear their forage growing and their world turning green.
Today I start to clean out Fede’s waterers (in between cleaning a winters worth of piggie-living out of the barn) so when I do bring Poppy home everything will be ready for her and her (hopefully) piglets.
By Thursday we should be drying out again and then I will begin to plant the brassicas and sow the beetroots and carrots into the late winter (early spring) garden. There is lots of work ahead to set ourselves up for the summer.
I hope you have a lovely day.