Things start slow and sloping: tilling on a sunny warm day. Then prune the raspberries. Maybe another day you go check out the electric fence and see how it’s faring after the winter, admire the sprigs of green grass poking through. Wooh, start those seedlings, get them going, make sure you have the potatoes to plant, chickens are really laying a lot so wash the eggs, gosh, the grass is getting long now, did you ever get back to working on the fence? And the syrup, how is it selling, do we need to make more sugar? is the stand ready for the tourists who are starting to come? What!!! the baby chickens arecoming nextweek? Fuckhaveyoufixedthefencethere’snomorehay!!! and the peas need their trellis! Now you’re at the point of the curve where the amount of work starts to spike straight up. Descartes and your 9th grade algebra teacher would be proud. But still, I like spring. I like finding all the little perennials returning. It seems amazing that anything domesticated survives in the ground over the course of the winter. I like when it starts to smell like growing in stead of always smelling like cold. I like watching the cows freak out over spring grass after a winter of hay. It’s a good time of year.
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