Spring Re-Growth

The first day of spring is here.

I've lived on the prairies my whole young life and despite the fact that the first day of spring is a far cry from the first shoots of green showing themselves, the notion of spring still brings forth images of greenery and a rooted feeling of hope.

Prairie winters are long and by the end of them I begin to wonder about the feeling of soft dirt under my feet, the smell of grass, the sound of a cricket.

My landscape is still a sea of snow. I haven't seen bare ground for five months. The animals have been eating hay for 92 days. It feels like it has been a long time since I last witnessed anything growing on the land and I have lost my deepest sense of what living on the land means.

This temporary disconnect from the land happens each year but it isn't a negative thing. The disconnect causes me to reflect on the necessity and importance of spring and why I feel so uplifted to know she is here even though my landscape remains a winter one.

The transition from winter to spring is one of death and re-birth. Every spring I re-grow into the connection I have for land. And each year the connection is altered and runs deeper because of the experiences I have come through. For me spring is truly the start of a year on the ranch. 

It is a good time to be on the land.