It seems like every time I round the corner into the family room I come face to face with two totally different chickens. It's hard to believe they were two little peeps who could fit together into a custard cup just two weeks ago. Today they seem to have twice the amount of real feathers they had yesterday and they look as gawky as middle schoolers. We're going to have to come up with a larger pen for them while they grow old enough to go outdoors (just two more weeks).
Same thing with the garden. The seeds we planted two weeks ago are little plants in the garden now and the transplants are twice as big in spite of the recent cold snap.
It's happening everyplace. Our bucket at the farmers' market runneth over. Each week after we buy what we can afford, we leave a bucket out for farmers to put any leftover produce in that they want to donate to our soup. This week we had about four buckets full - so much that we ended up giving some away to families in our neighborhood. It was nice to think of all those steaming pots of collards, mustards, and turnips on Easter day. And we still have plenty for a week's worth of healthy soup.
I love this time of year - beautiful weather, new life, new leaves, new growth everywhere. It is good.
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