This is what spring looks like up in Sylvacurl country…
Mud season begins while the frost is still in the ground. Meltwater floats on the top of the soil, rather than seeping into it. Robert Frost put it perfectly in his 1934 poem
Two Tramps in Mud Time:
The water for which we may have to look
In summertime with a witching wand,
In every wheel rut’s now a brook
In every print of a hoof a pond.
We hope you had a lovely Holiday weekend! We spent Sunday feeling encouraged by the customers who chose to use Sylvacurl in their Easter baskets rather than plastic grass. They looked so spring-like and sweet. We couldn’t find a seder plate, but there’s always next year!
Eastview Farm has been transplanting greens into the greenhouse, our animals keep eating hay and hay and hay… the sun is out and we will make it to green grass in May.
I’m no Robert Frost, but I try.