As is the way on a farm, the arrival of a season is measured by what is happening around the place.
The ewes have taken to sleeping on the hay covered hillside instead of in their bush shelter.
The ewe lambs are playing in the evenings.
The horses, although still hemmed in by deep snow, are wanting to run
Melt water is trickling and traveling under the snow.
The barn area is mucky already.
We have regained access through a gate or two.
The cats want outside.
The water hydrant froze up.
I can use the camera without mitts on and I had to shed a layer of clothing while doing chores this morning.
The daylight hours are noticeable longer and the sun stronger.
Friends are out and about to visit and my good friend Jill was out to work dogs with me today.
It freezes overnight so in the morning the snow is crunchy but by the afternoon the whole place begins to feel triumphantly soft and sloshy.
|Glory tries to get my attention|
|A moment of sun bathing|