Things have FINALLY started turning around, at least as far as the weather goes, here at Oleo Acres. The creek, once almost to the underside of the old bridge, is still high but not flooding. We have been promised weather in the 50s lulling us into the idea that spring is here. Those of us who have lived in this area for a long time know full well that "It ain't over yet!" - we still will have winter until the end of May, or maybe mid-June. The birds are singing spring songs and scoping out nesting sites. The nurseries in town are getting in pansies and violas. All tempting gardeners to buy and plant now.
I have always said the definition of an optimist is a gardener in Flagstaff. I am guilty myself of buying plants early only to have Mr. Frost and his cousin Mr. Frozen let me know they are still in the area. My DH is the same...we both enjoy having lush green plants around and hate to have to wait until June to plant much of anything. But we know better. And even though I know better, I still look at the vegetable and herb starts in the stores and drool.
I had to remove the coats I had on the girls to keep their fleeces clean. They were beginning to resemble sausages ready to burst out of the casings. From the front they have the appearance of big fluffs of brown marshmallow on four toothpicks with all that fleece. Most have at least 5 to 6 inches of fleece. Keep your fingers crossed that I can find a shearer before the end of this month.
OK, Girls...remember...girls only this year. I talked to Skittles and he assured me he would do his best for girls. How about a couple of nice horned ewes while you're at it? C'mon Loretta and Ailee...pass those genes on...I know you can do it!