I love it when we finally bring the new heifers home and  I can see them everyday. Each one has such a unique face.  At first, they can be so skittish one minute and then kicking up their heels and following the pick-up the next. They were not impressed with that last snow storm, but they still have a couple weeks before we turn the bulls out with them.

We just brought a new yearling bull home and he is hanging out in the corral for a couple days to get used to the place. He seems so small and very babyish, but hopefully he’ll be a good breeder and he has the body composition to make for easy calving. I’m sure he”ll get on well with all his girls.

In the meantime, I think we’ll chance planting the garden this weekend, and the flowers I had already planted in the old blue protein tubs are beginning to emerge. I have high hopes for their beauty. And my Jess and Sam, in my new novel, are trying to move their relationship in new, spring-like, directions. Sam will have to prove stubborn to get through the walls Jess has built around herself because of who she’s been told she is by her father. Why do we let ourselves be locked into boxes by those who are supposed to love and support us to be everything that we can be? Sometimes I think we should have been built with an off-switch for those naysayers.