With the arrival of seed order #2 and the noticeable lengthening of days, February begins the slow change from wool to seed as my medium.
Although my business plan may seem haphazard to many - upon reflection farm and wool work are complementary pursuits. Two halves that fit together and make a whole homestead year.
The warm sun shining in my window. The rhythmic drip of icicles melting off the roof. The increasing yellow hue on the goldfinches at our feeders.
All cues to the arrival of the next season.
All signs that make it difficult to wait for.
Living in this reality doesn't often feel like work. It feels like the life I was meant to live. One that is not without it's challenges - but one that is true to me.