Oh, how I shiver with the winter chill in my bones! Lately though I suspect I am shivering with the excitement of the new growing season around the corner (or so I tell myself). Yes, I am addicted. Throughly and totally convicted that one of the winter's true joys for us crazy farmers is the arrival of the new seed catalogs. Ahh, the plotting and the planning and the never ceasing rearranging of how I might arrange the growing beds "this year". It helps to keep my mind off my frozen nose and toes as my son and I go about our daily routine of feeding animals and clearing the fields and the endless chore lists that come with living the "simple life".
My mother is convinced that I am certifiably insane to farm and yet, she can't get over how wonderful my pasture raised eggs are compared to the ones she buys in the store! The thought of fresh eggs frying up in the skillet on a chilly January morn, now there is a bit of sunshine - hot off the plate!