Ain’t spring something its finally turned green at last, but we are a couple of weeks behind most years. I watched the willow trees on our lawn burst forth in leaf, it was beautiful. The woods are gradually taking on their mantle. I even stopped and gathered the missus a bouquet of trillium on my way down home from cultivating a field at the back. You see the new seeding showing in the drills, peas are in. I even see corn planters at work on the land. We definitely need one good soaker of a rain and north of us they missed the couple of showers we got over the past three weeks. Even hear brush fires up in the Bancroft district.

My cattle are out, they slicked up beautiful. I have to stop to admire ’em their coats shine like a new tanner on a chimney sweeps backside. “How does nature do such a wonderful job? There they were with their stable scrafula one day, the next they were clean with loose hair shed. It’s a pleasure to get between ’em at milking time, and how they do pump out the milk, about three real good producers keep giving and giving. It scares a guy that its possible so much comes from such animals and in the bargain as is usual they are even choosey about dairy ration. There’s something in early pasture that nothing can replace from a bag.

And with the new spring grass and dandelion the carrotene shows up in the milk its a rich yeller’.

Springs beautiful, the blossom, the lilac, the bluddy lawn needing cuttin’ about twice a week, the boxes of petunias the daffodils and tulips, after the drabness of seven months winter it’s welcome, it’s luverly.