I remember the years we were living on the farm and lambing season arrived with so much highlighted anticipation. We would do all we could in the autumn to allow breeding with the intention that all the ewes would lamb somewhere between early to late March, this was shortly after shearing their long wool fleeces in mid- February.
Some of those days of lambing would be balmy and beautiful making all the extra time at the barn light and delightful, but there would certainly be those nights of freezing cold weather too, and you simply took the good with the bad. It was springtime in the south and it was lambing time!
I walked today and spring settled deep in my soul. The potted pussy willow is blooming, the pear and plum trees are blooming vigorously, the daffodils are dancing in the breezes and spring has opened its door wide. If and when the colder temperatures do show themselves again, it is okay because its springtime in the south.
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Beautiful thoughts! I used to live near a pear tree that didn't have fruit, but had the loveliest colored leaves in the fall. We had a 70 degree afternoon this past week, just right for getting things started in the garden, but I didn't get it all done and now we are waiting for an afternoon snow. That is spring!
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