If you live in town, you may think I'm being silly. Because you can look out your window and see a whole bank of daffodils blooming in your yard or the neighbor's. And probably have had that beautiful view for a week now. But here on the farm, nada. Green sprouts, buds, no flowers. Until yesterday I noticed a bit of yellow among the green sprouts, and today a fully opened blossom. The only one to be found around here. Gaily waving in the cold, damp breeze, as if looking around asking where is everyone else? And now I'm sincerely hoping that the jonquils will magically open up in time to grace the Easter table . . . it's supposed to be warm on Friday and Saturday, right?
In the garden, the 116 onion sprouts I planted the end of last week got throughly doused in the storm and heavy rain and are still looking perky and green. Woo hoo! for onions. Now if it would only dry out and warm up sufficiently to get the brocolli and cabbage that are desperate to get outside, outside . . .
On the livestock front . . . turkey eggs. Lots of them. Two nests, one old, one new. Come on girls . . . get to setting, we need some poults! Though if they hatched all 20 some eggs, what would we do with them all?
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