How do you know when winter is but a memory, and spring is finally here? For some people, it's seeing that first robin in the yard, or spying the daffodils peeking up through the soil. Today I am putting away all the winter clothes, confident that the seasons have changed - and this is how I know:
For the first time in many long, cold months, when I went outside to feed the goats, the roof of their shed was covered with little brown pellets, an entire night's worth of digestive by-products. I've had daffodils blooming for a week or so, but the true hallmark of spring for me is when the goats decide to start sleeping outdoors.
Happy spring, everyone!!
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