The maples and poplars are starting to get some new leaves; they still look pretty pitiful with all the dead leaves, though.

I forget about this part of spring—-the cool, dark, wet part. The soggy, rainy, muddy part. I think tomorrow is supposed to be better.

The girls are milking right now; Rosemary is walking around the house yelling for Bronwen, her companion cow (who has gone up the hill to graze); ED has just informed me that several of the bantam hens seem to be off setting somewhere; and we also have four broody hens in the chicken house (curiously they are all Black Australorps). I think today ED may fix up a nest on the porch for one of the lucky hens, and we’ll raise a batch of chicks. Sometime in the next week I expect to see the goslings hatch. I’m keeping my fingers crossed on that one.

Well, that’s all the news. Life is quiet.