I am not a dino, so I sing, sing, sing!
With the melting snow come so many thoughts, feelings, sensory experiences and chores tumbling 'ass over teakettle' all in the space of a few short days. The thickest, most stubborn acres of ice on lawn and driveway have barely begun to melt, and suddenly any outerwear is too much outerwear and going inside seems like a punishment. Within hours of the first really warm rays of sunshine, it seems unimaginable that we were ever cold, and freezing cold mud between my toes as I feed the chickens and gather eggs bare foot, feels like the most luxurious spa treatment! Springtime at Oak Hill follows of course on the heels of months of little limbs practically unbendable from the outerwear layers, tiny fingers stuffed over and over again into mittens, and more foot warmers shoved into bogs than any human could count. The joy of watching the little ones turn towards the sun on these first warm days, and shedding their protective layers, is balm for the soul. Living so close to the grou...