I am writing this on Monday January 30, 2012. This is normally our usual sights on the farm in January. Gray skies and the browns of winter. Dismal long overcast days. Days of resting and waiting for those warm days and warming rays of sunlight to return. Anticipating even the preparation of the upcoming planting and harvesting season.
I hear the roar of an engine in the distance as O Wise One rides his old trusty little green tractor.
Ah.... I smell the perfume of freshly turned soil. The little green tractor turning in all those rotted leaves and old straw bedding from last years pig house into the soil along with coffee grounds, banana peels and crushed egg shells that we have been throwing on there. And the old compost pile thrown on for good measure. Soil being prepared for the early crops of onions, peas and potatoes that it will receive in just a few short weeks. St Patrick's Day just at 6 weeks from now. Potato planting time.
I have to wonder what February will bring? Will this winter be a bust or is she saving her best for last? Time shall indeed tell. This kind of weather worries me. It taunts my fruit trees to bud out prematurely and bloom earlier than they would normally. Only to then be zapped by those sneaky last of the season freezes. This freezes the blooms and then no fruit for the year. Nothing I can do about it but worry i guess. If not that then something else. This homesteading can sure be a guessing game some years.
Blessings from The Holler
The Canned Quilter