The Beauty of a New Season
This spring has been an unusual season for us here in Ohio.
We have had a normal back and forth of temperatures. Shorts weather one day and snow the next. Just this week we watched the spring blossoms break forth on the fruit trees, only to be covered in inches of snow a few days later.
It has been an unusual spring for us in the rainfall totals. Normally, this time of year the cows are belly deep in mud and manure. The winter build-up of muck that gets saturated to the point no tractor would ever make it out of the paddock. But, this year has been perfect cattle working weather. We haven't had much moisture (other than the 4 inches of snow this week that quickly melted) and have had the unusual opportunity to get in the paddocks, pastures and fields for the after winter clean up. I don't ever remember getting all the winter paddocks not only cleaned out but the manure spread on the hay field in the spring.
The warm days have also given the grass an early boost.
I love the first growth in spring. Lush green grass with very few weeds.
The cows eager for a feast and the opportunity to shuck some of their winter hair and mud balls.
Nothing beats a good chin scratch.
The winter calves have been growing like weeds on momma's milk and are now getting an extra boost with fresh green grass.
The green stickers mean that Wesson has been doing his job.
Wesson seems to be enjoying this new phase of life...keeping watch over his herd and servicing his ladies.
It's on the tip of her tongue.
These are my favorite days out in the pasture. Everything is fresh and new.
It's a different kind of beautiful.
I know the spring rains are coming, and we know we need the rains to keep us through the summer, but for now we are enjoying the extra dry spring and getting all the extra things done.
And we will be more than happy for the rains to come...after May 22nd.
Because big things are happening around here.
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Hello! I am Heather... the city girl turned mom to manure loving country boys. My husband and I both grew up in the city, but spent weekends visiting grandparents in the country. We are first generation farmers who learn best by almost always doing things the hard way. I hope you enjoy following along with our adventures down on the farm.