Me Bloomin' Yard

Go ahead, say it like a pirate.....argh, me bloomin yard!

Springtime with all of it's wonder, newness and beauty.....aaaahhh breath the air, smell the grass, the freshness, the manure.

Hey wait a minute, manure?

For nearly all of these last five years we have lived on an organic dairy, well, close to a dairy. And for most of those years we have been spared the delicious smells that one would associate with a dairy. Every once in awhile we would get a wiff if the wind blew from the wrong direction. But now thanks to Curly and his budding calf program we are surrounded by baby calves. Cows to the east, cows to the north and there for awhile cows on the south and west of us. I walk outside on any given springtime morning, the sun is out, I hope to smell the life of spring and yep you guessed it, all I get is the pungent smell of cows. Yay Me!

But I digress, this post was supposed to be about springtime and all of it's wonders instead it has turned into a rant against the poor four legged beasts that cohabitate my vicinity. I have nothing personally against cows, I mean who doesn't love a good cheeseburger? They are part of my life now for as long as we are here.

I'm okay with it.

What I'm not okay with is this.......

...Every spring my yard turns into a yellow flower patch, and not the good kind of flowers. One of the drawbacks to living on an organic farm is that we can't spray pesticides, or herbicides so every year we watch as the lawn blooms a little more yellow than green and the white puffs of dandelion seed spread their poison again for the next year (I truly thought it was snowing the other morning as I looked out my window, THAT'S how many puffs were blowing by).

All I can do right now is watch the little heads open, sit on my hands and curse in my pirate tounge, "Me bloomin' yard"