The weather is quintessential February in the North Country (poor Michele is in the South missing all of this, ha ha). Drippy, damp, slushy. Yesterday I stepped out onto the front porch to feed the cats (and to chase away yet another stray cat trying to sidle up to the banquet). In the still cool morning air (it was 6 am) I clearly heard an owl call repeatedly from across the big open field to the west. Magic! This is the edge of the porch roof:
On my trip down to feed and water the horses I saw lots of footprints criss-crossing. Tiny ones and heavier ones. Here’s my favorite, made by the cute little bare hands of the opossums.
Here’s a close up–adorable!
Some other prints and the strong aroma of skunk tell me that the critters of the woods are waking up and roaming. Here’s the raccoon highway between the barn and the garage, crossed by rabbit tracks–or maybe squirrel?:
Some very tiny ones also showed up:
A pretty big rabbit hopped into the back yard:
And I made plenty of tracks taking hay, feed, and water to the horses.
The red charm peony I love so well is looking bedraggled, of course, but the live part down below is just fine:
Meanwhile, David has been busy indoors planting seeds. These are arugula or spinach or radicchio, I’m not sure which.
The onions are well along:
And my favorite photo: a close-up of something just pushing out of the dirt:
I am being patient, waiting to start my flower seeds until April 1st.