For the past two weeks or more, we’ve had cold weather day and night. Spring took a brief vacation south. Everything she had been coaxing up from the ground here simply stopped and stood still, waiting. Impatient asparagus spears poked up a purple head, felt the cold, and stayed under their brown soil covers.
Last week, in the chicken coop, Sophia the rabbit had a blessed greening all her own—her first crop of babies. My calendar told me this might be coming, but Sophia was shy about displaying any mother-to-be tendencies. She waited until the night of birth to build her nest—a disheveled pile of straw and hay, lined deeply with layers of her soft, chinchilla-colored fur. Read the rest of this entry »