Once there was a thing called spring when the world was writing verses like yours and mine.
Ella Fitzgerald
Spring in the high desert is quite the trickster… 70* one day, 40* the next.
Maybe it’ll rain… or snow… or hail… or torture us with insane winds… or be absolutely sunshiny and gorgeous.
Somedays we’ll see all of the above in the span of just a couple of hours.
We know this, and know to hold back on directly sowing seeds too early or transplanting veggies before the end of May, and yet the calendar date sings, “Welcome Spring!” and the turning of the earth calls forth a hope and inspiration that is absolutely undeniable.
And so, in the interim, we plan and do all we can to prepare for Go-Time.
We add chicks to our flocks, plan the garden and larger crops, start a few seeds under grow lights, and complete all the shoulder season tasks.
Without fail, the apricots will blossom too soon, no doubt giving us a flush of pink excitement but little to no fruit to show for it in the end…
Or maybe, just maybe, we’ll see an unexpected crop that bolster us through the next ebb in production.
Only time will tell.
Hope the shifting season has you looking out for the little things, the subtle changes in the wide world and in the tiny details, as Gaia shakes her shoulders and invites us to dance through whatever comes next.
xoxo,
M
