Hello grass

In a dramatic turn of events, Saturday warmed and rained and I woke up Sunday morning to grass. Glorious, green grass. It was like a magic pretend spring day. The chickens were ecstatic as well to not be under the prison of the same old boring paths where the snow was shallow. I could see all the things we dropped under the snow and check out what the compost had been doing under the snow since November. It's hard for me to not see grass for weeks at a time. Yes, I grew up in Michigan. But my ancestors migrated here from warmer climes for factory jobs. They're gone. The jobs and the ancestors.