03/25/2026
Inevitably, when spring begins to show, I have to press my winter's dreams, you know, see what they're made of. So I take the drill out, shake out the rugs, change the barn's windows, muck the stalls, wander around the grove completely mystified how the children and wind, very similar really, relocated this and that.
It's like stepping off the airplane with four kids in tow and one too many suitcases into the old and jumbled Key West airport.
Take my hand, don't leave my side, NO SNACKS, head down, to the car! Focus on getting out of here alive and then fun things.
We dissemble the brooder, maybe for the fourth year in a row, and make an improvement dreamt up in my little mind during a sit at the coffee shop. We tighten up the chicken tractor with the newest solution to outsmart raccoon desires. We stack wood, for the first time, anxious to see how the new wood stove rolls. We tidy up and redecorate the milking room with fun winter thrifts. We build a fairy door to cover the hole the cats won't keep from.
Head down, to the car, we're having fun now, sure. But anticipating too, the fun the woken pastures and warmth bring to the farm.
Welcome to spring on The Wildroost, where nothing is safe from Winter's dreams.