10 weeks

Ten weeks until Equinox. Ten weeks to appreciate what we call Winter here in the South.

Sit Spots

The chick-weed is peeking through, fresh and delicious.  After our hike along the Eno today it felt great to sit on logs and sample the greenery. One little two year old kept finding wonderful spots to sit and insisting, “You come here and sit down, sit in this spot.”  I had to join him.  It’s what I teach all the time, and this little one did it by heart. A special sit spot: go find one, and hunker down a while.

Salamander Time

In winter, the mole salamanders take turns in vernal pools laying their eggs.  On the first warm, rainy night in February, a great congress occurs among the spotted salamanders, and country folks around here gather to witness the miraculous mating ceremonies of that one special night.

If you are out driving your vehicle on such a night in late Winter or early Spring, and you see a plethora of frogs on the road, do not fear a plague of toads. Rather, slow waaay down, avoid as many as you can (it can be quite difficult) and consider turning around.  On this special night, try not to travel on country roads with farm ponds dotting the landscape.

It only happens once a year, and a damp, late-night walk, is worth more than wherever you were headed on whatever errand you’d planned. Take a flashlight (be careful of passing vehicles when walking on on dark, country roads in the rain) and be prepared for the laughter when passers-by inquire, and all you can honestly say is, “I’m out watchin’ frogs”.

Welcome to Farm School

Today the Upland Chorus frogs began to sing. It was warm enough to wear shirtsleeves, and the chickens are laying a few more eggs each day.  The children had fun running around in the warm afternoon sun, overlooking stubble fields.  Now, in the cold darkness, the fire crackles in the wood stove and I am turning in early.  Welcome to Farm School.