Yay! Another #NonDairyCarrie post has arrived. I’ve always known that Spring was really here when I could smell the lilacs in the air, take a walk in the woods to look for morel mushrooms and pick asparagus for dinner. My hub’s Aunt Cathy was kind enough to send me some of her thoughts on the arrival of spring time in the Northwoods of Wisconsin.
The weather has been rather unusual this spring season, but there are plenty of signs that it has arrived and is likely to stay for a while. I grew up on a dairy farm in southern Wisconsin, then after my marriage nearly 50 years ago, spent decades helping my late husband on our farm in the northern part of the state. For me, lovely flowers, singing birds, lush lawns and other heralds of springtime were overshadowed by the surest sign of the season, as a call for help because a tractor had become mired down in a muddy field.
Truth be told, the ground may have been too wet to be worked and the place where the tractor was stuck was probably the same spot where the same problem had occurred in years past. However, hope springs eternal in the hearts of many people, including farmers, so I didn’t even try to urge my husband to wait a while before beginning spring field work or at least to avoid that particular location. His attitude toward that black, wet, gooey patch of field reminded me of the Uncle Remus story of “Brer Rabbit and the Tar Baby” because it was a challenge and once stuck, he continued trying to conquer this situation until there was only one solution—get help. So, putting on my barn boots, I would refrain from saying “I told you so” and with some misgivings about the success of our efforts, go to the aid of my impatient spouse knowing that spring had truly begun.
What tells you that Spring has arrived?