Wednesday was a beautiful day, an eerie day. The wind howled and shrieked all day, it was bitterly cold, yet Spring seemed to be fighting it’s way through everywhere – the bright sun is melting the snow and ice, the animals have begun to try and graze, even on the frozen ground, the lambs are holding off for warmer days.
I think I envy those people who do not believe the climate is changing, or that Mother Earth is speaking to us, I remember that putting one’s head in the sand is a comforting way to live, although the problem is that one day you have to come out of the hole. I can testify to that. I feel Spring in my bones, and I think the animals do also. I can almost reach out and touch it.