🌸 Spring on the Homestead: Surprises, Snowmelt, and New Life

There’s a certain rhythm to spring on the homestead.
It doesn’t arrive all at once.
Not here. Not where the winters hold on a little longer, and the ground takes its sweet time waking up.

We still have a few mounds of snow lingering in the shadows — the kind you forget about until you pass them on the way to the barn and realize just how long winter lasted.

But something is stirring now.
Not just in the soil, but in the air.
And in our routines.

The days have lengthened.
The birdsong sounds a little more confident.
And the goats — well, they always seem to know before we do when a season is truly shifting.

🐐 A Surprise in the Night

The other night — just before bedtime — we had an unexpected bit of excitement.
One of our yearling does, Pig Tails, gave birth.
Yes, we know how it happens. And yes, it was still a surprise.

We usually wait until our girls are at least two years old before breeding them, but this one… well, Pig Tails had her own plans, it seems.

She delivered a beautiful little doe — yet to be named — and we’ve all been marveling at her since.
There’s something about seeing new life begin when the snow still hasn’t fully left the edges of the pasture.
It reminds you that God’s timing doesn’t always line up with ours — but it’s always good.

🛠️ The Work of Spring Begins

Now that the melt is mostly behind us, we’ve begun the spring work in earnest:

• Animal shelters that need mending
• Pens to rearrange for growing kids (the goat kind)
• Fencing that winter didn’t treat kindly
• And all the little jobs that only show themselves when the ground reappears

It’s honest work — good for the body and better for the soul.

There’s a kind of communion that happens when your hands are busy with small repairs, and your heart is free to pray as you go.

🌾 Life at a Slower Pace

Not everything gets done in a day.
We’ve learned — finally, gratefully — that it doesn’t have to.

Spring isn’t a sprint on the homestead.
It’s a slow rising.
A thawing.
A chance to start again, even if you’re not quite sure you’re ready.

So that’s where we are this week:
Cracking open the routines, making space for new life, and letting ourselves be surprised — not just by goat births, but by the goodness of God in the everyday.

If the snow is finally melting where you are too, I hope you’re feeling the stirrings of something new.
Even if your hands are tired and your fences are sagging — the Lord is faithful to bring life again.

And sometimes, He brings it with four tiny hooves and a whole lot of heart.

🧺 A Blessing for the Season

May your spring be gentle.
May your work be purposeful.
May your surprises bring joy — even the messy ones.
And may you see God’s hand in every seed, every repair, and every new beginning.

With gratitude from the homestead,
— Liyah