Spring

Spring has sprung in our little backyard farm, and life is in full bloom around here.  We have some unseasonably warm and record setting temperatures to thank for our early season, and although my cauliflower doesn't seem to care much for the heat, I do.  These are the days I love.  Coffee on the patio.  Half naked children squealing in the backyard.  Bouquets of dandelions.  Pesky dandelions.  Fresh food.  Farmers markets.  Swimming.  Golden tans.  And pregnant bellies.

That's right.  A pregnant belly.  All the rage this summer.  Or haven't you heard?

My pant size is currently the most rapidly growing item in this whole homegrown venture.  It isn't as lovely or as delicate as the pictures below, so we'll not harp on it.  Or how totally nauseating dog farts smell during the first trimester.  Or how nice and cold and welcome the smooth porcelain of my toilet feels at any given hour of the day.  Or how obsessively delicious seedless watermelon and nacho cheesy Doritos have become.  Don't tell me what's in them.  I don't want to know.  I can only concede that it was a fatal attraction and moment of weakness on the chip aisle.  End of story.

Come fall, however, we'll be downright wallowing in homegrown beauty and lovesickness.  But, in the meantime, let me give you the more pleasant side of spring.

Blueberries

Peaches

Grapes

Tubs of Potatoes

Broccoli

Pears

Busy Chickens

It appears there is new growth at every turn, and it is shaping up to be a bountiful summer.