After a long winter, green leaves are a miracle. In fact, green of any kind after a winter of any kind, feels like a miracle. Like a deep, cleansing breath. Hope actually does grow on trees. At least in the months of spring.
The contrast of the nesting, burrowing, make-do months of winter makes the spring months feel all the more alive and fresh and abundant. Time to start over. All things clean and new.
Even our hens decided it was time for a change and hatched some beautiful chicks.
The garden is speckled with sprouts and blossoms of future edibles. Even the pea blossoms and random weeds are beautiful.
Regrettably, I’m not an overly optimistic person. But this time of year even I can imagine that hope just might grow on trees. It’s the miracle of springtime.
Categories: Life on the farm
My name is Ginia Oehlschlager and I'm a small-town gal from Missouri. Join me as I document my crazy life on the farm with my husband and four kids. I'm always looking for frugal, simple ways to live the life God set before me. Where faith, family and fun come together on the farm.