Blows the thaw-wind pleasantly,
Drips the soaking rain,
By fits looks down the waking sun:
Young grass springs on the plain;
Young leaves clothe early hedgerow trees;
Seeds, and roots, and stones of fruits,
Swollen with sap put forth their shoots;
Curled-headed ferns sprout in the lane;
Birds sing and pair again.

-Excerpt from the poem, Spring, by Christina Georgina Rossetti (1830-1894)

Only a couple weeks ago, we were buried hip deep in snow, and temperatures struggled to reach double digits. But this week, we had highs each day in the 50s, the snow melted off, and I began to think of spring. Soon my crocuses will pop out their green heads, our swollen cows will have their calves, and I’ll start vegetable plants from seed on the windowsill. This is a special time of year here on the prairie.

What do you look forward to this spring?


——-> UP NEXT: It’s time to sell last year’s calves.  Come along and join in the sights and sounds of a cattle auction. It’s edge of your seat non-stop action, and the crowds can’t hardly contain themselves.