Dawn at Twa Corbies Hollow. Breakfast will be a nice omelette of brown eggs fresh from the chicken coop, but tending the newborns comes first. At this time of year, the cottage often becomes a nursery.
Songbirds are singing, the day is clear and blue, and there is much work to do. The incubator is primed with water, the baby goat is fed. It’s time to start on the countless projects of a spring day upon a homestead in the wildwood. Hooves to be trimmed, compost mountains to be moved, stalls to be mucked, a gazebo of young trees growing too close together to be built, another beehive to build, maple sap to harvest, first tilling, Bealtaine bonfire and feast . . . the song of Earth never ends.