We were blessed with beautiful weather this week and used the opportunity to start prepping for spring planting. As always, my husband and I are suffering from extreme spring fever and I think we may have passed it onto our children as well. That's my son up there, expertly tilling the garden as if he was an old hand at the chore. I love this time of year. I love working in the dirt and the sunshine along side my little family. I love the planning, the dreaming and the planting. This year my husband full-filled one of his long time homestead dreams and planted a small orchard of apple, peach, pecan and fig trees.
Usually, by summer's end, we are all sick and tired of the upkeep - the picking, the weeding and the watering - that a garden requires. We are fully aware of that fact going in. But those sweet memories of the spingtime planning and picking those first fruits (or veggies) always stay with us through the winter and cause the whole the whole thing to start again.