Springtime makes the farm into a big nursery, full of babies, full of growing life. A cute female calf named Sweet Potato. Awaiting baby goats (Avanell’s kids, not to be confused with my kids), any day now. I’ll hopefully be the midwife. We even have a baby monitor (goat monitor?) set up in the stall to hear if she goes into labor. I keep expecting Avanell to call out for room service with it. “excuse me, could you come on out here with some molasses, please?”
Here’s Avanell, I guess another angle would show her bulging belly better (say that five times fast):
Here’s Hazelnut, her goofy “lady-in-waiting”:
And the greenhouse is one big plant nursery. I love that baby plants live in a nursery. Its my favorite work on the farm.
Early crops, to be planted into the garden in April: