I love the smell of it and the feel of it and as soon as that snow pulls out of here in the spring I find a way to get my hands in it. Growing up in the south with a farming ancestry, I have a thing for dirt. 15! So, what I'm saying is, if they don't start coming up under the snow they might not get to grow at all. 15 days that there's no frost in the morning. And I've been told that on average we only get about 15 frost free days per year. On average we get 110 inches of snow per year ( the US average is 26 inches per year!) although this year I'm pretty sure we got double that. When the snow finally pulls back the grass is already green, wildflowers are already inches tall with blooms on some of them, and the trees begin budding ASAP. (Unlike me who rolls around moaning like a wounded Buffalo and hitting the snooze button a million times.) The snow melts slowly, unwilling to loose its hold on the earth but she doesn't care. She's straight out of bed and bursting with life. The earth wakes up after its long, cold slumber and, let me tell you, even if she sleeps in a bit here in Wyoming, she is definitely a busy morning person. The birds are back (and eating me out of house and home) and our entire horse herd is home for the season. After that hellacious winter everyone is so happy for the longer days and the warm temps and the green grass. It's full on spring and what a lovely spring it has been.
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