Spring Scenes

 

Yes, Miss Sunny is queen of the Lovestead barn.

It's been her home for two years now and, happily, she does not share the barn with the area mice. 

I don't know what Sunny does to keep the mouse population down to zero because the only sign of her barn-cat assignment is "NO MICE."  

Besides her work with the mice, Sunny keeps Foster busy for hours each day as he stands in the barn aisle looking longingly upward to the top of the hay stack where Sunny exerts her feline superiority. 

Foster cries and dances around in hopes that somehow he could get closer to her, but nobody has ever leveled with Foster that his wishes are impossible.

So, he perseveres. 

The dogs were in the house yesterday afternoon when the sun and blue sky replaced the clouds. 

It was a good day for a cat to get outside and roll around in the baby grass.  

We are still at the messy stage of spring, but little signs yesterday indicated that the true season of rebirth is beginning. 

Potting soil in my garden boxes has melted, allowing me to do some fixit work on a few which have threatened to collapse over the winter. 

When I returned to the house after putting the horses in the barn yesterday afternoon, I noticed the beginnings of tiny buds on the service berry bushes. 

Still no crocuses, but spikes from daffodils are stretching about an inch above the ground. 

It won't be long. 

Still lots of sloshing around in standing water, and my manure cart still leaves tracks in the soggy lawn next to the barn. 

The nice part about these days which are transforming from sloppy snow to blue skies and clouds is the feeling in the air.  It smells and feels like spring, and with a few days of sun, maybe the barnyard will dry out. 

Baby steps, but we're getting there, and whether those steps splash through water or sink into wet lawn, it's a pleasure to be out embracing the season and celebrating the gradual transformation. . 

Happy Friday.