Can you really call a snow storm in May freakish if it’s the third one? My poor trees are bowed over with the ice that froze on the limber branches in the night and the wet snow that is still falling. Trying to help them, I waded out in my coveralls but the thick ice is what holds them prisoner to the ground. I’m hopeful they will bounce back when the sun comes out later today as is forecast. I have no idea if the blossoms will be able to work their magic and fruit at this point, but they were and are so lovely. I clipped some lilacs yesterday morning so my writing space smells so sweet. It was a bit of shock, having just moved the heifers home, to have to throw bales down from the barn loft, load them onto the hay sled and hook it up to my 4-runner to go down to the pasture and feed. The heifers were huddled in the southeast corner and were not all that excited to leave their warm bundle and come eat.

The tractors look funny hooked to their one way disc plows and covered in snow! We worked a quarter on Saturday just in the nick of time with five antique tractors. It was a great day, cool and cloudy, and we finished up in the early evening just before it began to rain. Ham and beans, honey corn muffins and some angel food cake kept us going throughout the afternoon. My favorite part is when I get to field with my 1049 MMZA, pulling my Case eight-blade one way around the quarter and no one else is there yet. I can imagine being there and working that land and wondering if I’ll ever finish that big field, but knowing that when I did, it would be such an accomplishment. There is nothing like it.