Our winter was not so cold this year and we both made it through with not so much as a cold. I had dreaded my "new" job,
thinking I would have to stand out in the snow and ice when I waited at the gate while the farmer put out hay for the cows. But I had a heated side-by-side to sit in while I waited, and we had no snow anyway.
Now we're a month into spring; the early garden seeds have been planted, irises, foxglove, daisies, and columbine are in bloom; the third flock of chickens for the new year have been started. We've sent calves to market and vaccinated cows and small calves.
There was a rash of cattle rustling in our county during the winter, which made all the farmers around us watchful and uneasy. The farmer decided to use branding on the cattle as a means of identification. (I hate having to be a part of this.)
There are a lot of new baby calves.
I try to spend an hour or two in the afternoons to work on the quilting project, until I hear the farmer's footsteps coming down the hallway, and he asks me if I'd "like" to do this or that. lol I'm on the 9th row of twelve rows.
"When you're happy, the years just fall away."