Yesterday was another gray, chilly day of early spring, but as I looked more closely at the ground, I realized that the pasture was starting to come out of dormancy.

I love the change of seasons because it brings me astonishment and joy at completely predictable events.

Today we regressed a bit.

I was worried yesterday that I’d have to start managing the sheep differently to keep them from overgrazing and killing the new growth of grass, but now I guess I have a little more time to figure out a plan.