As we prepare for the third spring on our humble New England homestead, a mighty February rainstorm is turning our yard into a muddy mess. Maple sap is boiling on the wood stove; it will be syrup we can preserve in a few more hours.
Our cupboards are starting to look a little bare (although not as bare as they did in our first winter here), and tomato seedlings are beginning to sprout from our lean-to greenhouse outside the kitchen. We’ll start direct sowing beets and carrots in a few short weeks, right around when our new baby chicks arrive in the mail.
We’ve come a long way from when we first arrived here, as brand-new homesteaders, just a few short years ago.