Why did we leave Australia?
Daffodils in Snow
Breakfast at the Manger
The Barn
When will Spring get here?
Sorry about the delay in the Lottarock Adventure update, life as you can imagine has been busy with catching up on life here on the farm since we have returned to New Hampshire. I will quickly fill you in on our last three weeks.
We arrived back in Boston very late on the 29th of April, not quite believing that only 23 hours ago we had been in sunny Queensland and now it was a chilly 4C! What a shock to the system that was. Although there wasn’t any snow left on the ground in Boston, when we drove up to New Hampshire the next day, there was still plenty of snow left on the ground to remind us of what we missed while we were away Just to make sure that we didn’t miss out on winter entirely, two days later we had 8 inches of the white stuff falling out of the sky. All of my thoughts of getting right into gardening were quickly buried under fresh snow!
Since our return, we have been watching spring slowly emerge. We have been car shopping, repairing the dog fence and checking out the goat fencing so they can get out into the other pastures, and I have been doing spring clean up in the garden right behind the melting snow. So far I have planted spinach, radishes, lettuce, pruned the fruit trees, moved a few trees and shrubs into hopefully better places. I have been picking the sorrel and chives, and am hovering over the rhubarb wishing for better weather.
For all of my wishing, here it is the 23rd, and it is snowing. That is right, snowing! Out I go into the kitchen garden and cover up the cold frames. The daffodils are covered in snow and the crocus are closed up tight, and I’m sitting by the woodstove wishing I were back in Australia, even going into autumn is better than this snowy spring. The goats are out in the lower paddock looking for things to eat, the guinea fowl are sitting on the front veranda looking out saying all the bugs have gone underground and this weather is the pits and the chooks are all in the hen house not wanting to get snow on their feet. Can you blame them!
