No matter what the calendar says, spring has already sprung in north Texas. The foals are beginning to show up at the horse ranches—a sure sign. And, yesterday morning when I drove out to pick up milk from the dairy, lots of new black-and-white Holstein calves had arrived since my last visit. At one farm I also saw twin goat kids about the size of small dogs. So cute! Most of the trees and shrubs, still shocked by the polar vortex suffered a few weeks ago, seem hesitant to show some green as yet. Who can blame them after what they’ve been through. Many of their neighbors, including some shrubs around my house, didn’t survive the below-zero temperatures. But the cold is gone and spring, with its daffodils and new life, gives us hope for the year. At this one-year anniversary of the official start of the pandemic, God knew we needed that.
Published by Sheila Graham
Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham