I look forward to this moment every year. After each bleak winter, I watch this staircase come alive like magic.
Then, and only THEN can I ‘offically’ say it’s spring.
Bring on the flower picking and days of plenty!
I look forward to this moment every year. After each bleak winter, I watch this staircase come alive like magic.
Then, and only THEN can I ‘offically’ say it’s spring.
Bring on the flower picking and days of plenty!
I guess you could say we’re ‘accidental’ farmers, of sorts. We took a bit of a gamble a few years back and left the city for the sticks- but we’ve never looked back! Country life has a grounding sense of ‘home’ and a calming simplicity. That’s not to say it’s not chaotic at times- especially when we are snowed in, and without power for days. But we’ve learned to love it, and just roll with it. I mean, what else can you do?