I also have plan to rip out a lot of the woven wire fencing and switch to electric fencing. This will be done in stages, starting with the horse/garden area. I have drawn out my garden plans and it includes an extra tier for the hillside garden closest to the house (in full sun). A winter's worth of Merlin's poop in his favorite spot and his discarded hay will make a perfect layer of compost for next year's tomatoes and potatoes. Just drawing that graph was an exercise in dealing with the present. Yes, it is a pie-in-the-sky perfect garden plan but the act of creating it took my mind out of these single-digit nights and needing to walk around in crampons and into June. I can't wait for it.
I do enjoy the coziness of winter, the hob always warm and burning bright, and the break from all the physical work summer creates. But as we slide into February and the woodpile grows suspiciously lower—I am dreaming about fireflies and soft dirt under my hoe. I crave pea vines and banjo songs in tall grass. I crave thighs with callouses on the inseam from riding a horse for hours a day in a kilt. I crave the cries of need from the farm: goats needing to be milked, chickens needing to be fed, piglets crying to be given all the goat milk and chicken feed... You know what I mean! LIFE!
Summer plans are on my mind. But as a homesteader I am never not excited about the days ahead, and never not cautious about the seasons ahead, too. And what about you guys? Anyone else paging through seed catalogs or dog-earing hatchery glossies? Anyone else trying a new endeavor this year? Spill it. I need your summer plans to warm up this farmhouse!