It suddenly seems as if spring might be hiding just around the corner. It's been a long, dark and windy winter here at the farm and we are still slogging through mud and feeding fires with wood all day, but there are signs, here and there.
I love to think that the earth sleeps like a big giant under us, turning slowly in her sleep till the other side comes to the warmth. Listen quietly, you can almost hear the roar. Plants are ready to push forward.
It'll be a while yet, and there will be storms, but it's coming.