Snow and ice mounds are still among the gardens and the trees seem late with their buds. Spring seems to be taking an eternity to arrive, yet the spring time garden clean up is underway and I am prepping for a new coop for the girls. The chickens too seem happy that spring has finally teased us with a bright sunny day.
Perhaps my mind is trying to tell me something. Life around Tilly’s Nest has been taking its sweet time to emerge from its winter slumber. The chickens are now laying eggs regularly everyday. The gardens are beginning to bloom. The spring peepers are croaking in the pond and gentle evening breezes blow through the window fragrances of life; hope.
These past few weeks I have spent many hours tending to the gardens. Connecting with delicate new fronds of ferns, dainty Lilies of the Valley blooms, and gently mulching around the tenderest of tiny stalks of Lavender. All these give me hope. Audrey Hepburn said it best, “To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.”
|Our littlest one feeding the girls scratch in a Spring dress and snow boots.|
Chickens are the only ones excited about daylight savings.
Chickens spend more time outside of the coop in the run.
Chickens begin to find bugs and goodies when out and about.
Chickens sing along to the morning chorus of wild bird songs.
Chickens begin to be more alert and on the lookout for flying predators.
Chickens go to bed late.
Chickens begin to lay eggs regularly.
Chickens go broody.
Chickens begin to enjoy a good dust bath again.
Chickens and their human family begin to spend more time together.
The waterers are no longer frozen in the morning.
The gray veil of Winter is no longer the backdrop of the landscape.
You find your chickens free ranging among the bulbs of Spring; tulips, daffodils and crocuses.
New life emerges from the ground, from buds and from clutches of eggs.