"In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt."
- Margaret Atwood
And we do.
Spring has sprung and we've begun cleaning up what old man winter has left behind - the Randle house is open for the season!
In three days we've managed to mow the pasture, level the driveway, rake out and mulch all of the garden beds, clean up all of the downed trees around the yard, and get the first (hardest) lawn mow of the season in. All of this plus a doubleheader soccer game and Easter.
|Love this tractor!|
We don't have a chicken coop yet - in fact we're arguing about the non-existent chicken coop.
He thinks it should be cheap; I think it should be cute.
There is no such thing as a cheap and cute chicken coop that will house seven chickens. I know this because I've been Googling chicken coops for days. You can buy chicken coops in three combinations: large, ugly, and cheap; small, cute, and cheap; or large, cute, and expensive. Those are your options. I'll let you know who wins the argument in a future post ;)
I love our place in the spring. The hummingbirds have already been around to see if the feeders are filled. The frogs are back in the pond, the horses are happy, and there is this - a beautiful sunset over a green pasture.