Spring traditionally brings with it the cold and flu season, which most feel they can avoid. Well, even the Grand Master gets that nasty bug, and today it has nailed me for a second time in three months. I am afraid I got it before the holidays, and it came back to visit me one more time before leaving on summer vacation.
The flow of water around the homestead has confirmed that spring is just around the corner. I'm watching the lower elevations for flooding, since I don't think the frost has disappeared quite yet.
I can remember when I was a smaller lad, my father and uncle would debate if frost drove rocks into the ground or out of the ground. Uncle Richard was a farmer, and I can attest from the rock picking that I participated with in the spring time, and the large pile of rocks we had on the farm, that either the frost pushed them up every year, or snow makes an amazing fertilizer for growing rocks. I think the former would hold true in debate.
Speaking of family, I took one of those 23andme DNA tests, and they have told me not to run for prime minister of Canada just yet. It appears that I am 83% Irish. Hmmm. Guess I'll be kissing that blarney stone from now on. Anyway, Happy St. Patrick.s Day
