Easter wouldn't be Easter without the fragrant beauty of Hyacinths. I remember when I used to work at Orners' Greenhouse across the street from my parents' house on East Pine Street when I was a kid. One of my jobs was putting foil on the Easter flowers and taking them over to Richwines' garage across the alley. The garage always smelled so wonderful. Spring wouldn't be spring without daffodils, either.
The pear blossoms are just starting to unfurl, but I hope they stay shut long enough to evade the next bout of cold weather.
We have one house goat--Delilah. Fortunately, it's warm enough to put her in the peep pen so I don't have to follow her around with a towel cleaning up her little puddles.
With spring comes grass, with grass comes grazing and with grazing out comes the portable fencing and charger.
Why fire up the lawnmower when you can turn the first lush front yard grass into milk and butter? Plus, Emma gets to show off her new baby to the neighborhood.