The Turnip Fields

Then it melted the very next day. There was enough left late afternoon for a needy family driving by.

There was enough left for five minutes of concerted selfie posing.

They were up there a good twenty minutes fondling the left over snow. It felt like I was living in a fish bowl. Know what? I haven't wandered up there for a look myself in a while. The Fish Bowl.

Not much snow to see from up here. It melted.

The Turnip Fields in the back forty are going to be so nice away from all the noise and those prying eyes. Major progress was made in the clearing over the winter.

My deer hunter and his sons needed wood to burn. I want sunshine for perennial food crops and fine produce closer to and easy access to the Sister's house. This works out great. They did such a good cleanup I practically begged them to come back for more next winter. After hunting season of course.

The second attempt at Stinze has begun. The first wave of daffodil bloom took a significant hit. The crocus were on a low show year.

The minor bulbs have begun to appear in more profusion.

Most of the natives know enough to wait until closer to April.

One patch of the introduced Trout Lilies was planted in a location that seems to be encouraging rapid multiplication. You never know if your going to hit a sweet spot when you plant something. And you never know when something will come along and eat the whole patch. I can't just plant a plant. I need to plant populations.