Waking Up

Spring is springing. A stroll around the yard shows that the asparagus is peeking through the ground.

The gooseberry bushes are starting to leaf out

The strawberry plants are beginning to grow and green up.

The chickens are enjoying the little bugs that are waking up and the new green shoots on the plants.

This is Boots.  He's our loveable lap dog.  Bring him in, invite him to jump up and he'll gladly take a loud, snoring, upside down nap on your lap.  Becase you love him, you'll let him do this until your legs go to sleep.

And this is Major. He's a Great Pyrenees.  This dog is the size of a small pony.  He's a great watchdog, and I'm convinced is the reason the girls have survived as long as they have.  He barks all night and the coyotes and foxes and raccoons just know to stay away. Along with Boots, they are the security department.

The animals are loving that I'm outside more now. It takes the first ten minutes of stepping out the door before they are satisfied and have been properly played with and loved on for me to begin my chores.
What a life...spring is definitely springing.
Blessings,
Brenda