Sue messaged me on Tuesday to say I wouldn’t believe how much of the snow was gone. Sunday when we left there was just one bare spot next to the patio. This morning all of the gardens are exposed. Things are popping out of the earth everywhere. God I love this time of year. The birds were all singing. The back forty was very, very wet but walkable. The water is rushing through the little brook that exits Hoover Damn (I guess I should write about Hoover Damn sometime).
The garlic is up! That’s very exciting.
And this looks like what will be on the agenda this weekend – burning brush. It seems like this is a never ending chore. It piles up all year waiting for burn season to open in January. Of course in January there is usually too much snow and half the pile is buried so we have to wait . . . and wait . . . and wait. Burn season ends on May 1st so we just finish sugaring and it’s a mad couple of weekends trying to get everything burned. There is also a large pile of logs that needs to be cut and split. And of course Chester has photo bombed another shot. That’s his purpose in life.