Signs of spring

We know it is spring when the prairie crocus (my mother called them pasque flowers) start to bloom. They grow wild on the hills and buttes by our house. I love the delicate purple and bright yellow.
The farmer has started putting in his crops, wheat first and then the corn. One of my favorite things is to ride around with him in the tractor as he is seeding. The sky is big and blue, dotted with white clouds. There are hawks that hover and soar as he goes along, hoping for a mouse to dart out of the way of the tractor. How do they know?

The family practice physician who came in March to interview has said yes! I am so excited to see the next generation of physicians joining us. The surgeon who interviewed the first of March will decide this week if he will join us as well. Life unfolds a day at a time. I am used to waiting-for spring, for rain, for delicate beauty in wild places. Life is good!

High Tunnel Greenhouse

It is up! I love the symmetry and soft light. Once the drip irrigation system is in, it will be ready for planting. In the future, we will be starting our own plants indoors so we can set them out sooner. I will update the photo when there is something growing.

We had potluck at church today to raise money for the Relay For Life for the American Cancer Society. I made 13 Bean Soup (which was really 12 Bean and Ham since I left out the large Lima beans. I feel guilty not liking beans since I married a farmer, but not guilty enough to eat them. The other 12 kinds will have to be sufficient). We raised over $500 dollars.

I finished the wallhanging with the kimono fabrics that Laura gave me. I want to quilt it myself, but I have to learn how to do free-motion quilting first. YouTube is great for tutorials. I will practice. There might be funky potholders and placemats for your stocking stuffers this year!