I love spring. The frost of winter has finally faded, and the heat of summer has yet to swelter us away from comfort. It's light sweaters and sweet, sweet lemonade on the green grass. It's falling in love and remembering why's and the how's to the goodness of our life. But this spring is going to be different, this spring is going to be so much more, and not just because I have a fantastic little boy to share it with.
Do you know what this spring has that other springs haven't had yet?
|Primrose & Thorne|
In exchange for a kid of my very own, I have volunteered to milk the mothers. This means goat's milk, cheese, yogurt, and all sorts of other goat's milk products. I'm finally going to introduce milk into Anthony's diet, fresh from Cookie and Truffles! (I hope their milk is as sweet as their names.) How absolutely precious are they?
Either way, I'm so ridiculously excited. This spring is going to be the greatest, and it's already started. We have such a wonderful life here. We are so incredibly blessed to have this life, blue skies and everything magnificent. We trod an uncommon road, and I'm reminded on days like today what a blessing that is. I read a lot of homesteading blogs. I mean, it's the "in" thing right now. I didn't realize that I've been living that my whole life, I never appreciated it. Which is ridiculous. We've got organic, chemical free, home grown everything. We've got goats and cows and pigs, and the means to from pen to table. How cool is that? How lucky are we?
It is good.
That's what God said, when He created it all. I am certain, that He started His creation in the spring. It's the season of renewal, the season of life. What a beautiful world we live in, how lucky we are to even be alive. We are so fragile, so fleeting. Spring is a reminder to celebrate our lives, to celebrate the people around us. I hope to spend this spring with the people who really matter, enjoying the little things. Whether that be picnics at the park or the promise of baby goats or the laughter of a grandparent or the silliness of my son, I'm going to have it all.
How will you be spending your springtime?