Hope on the Homestead

        Spring is all about hope, and we have been hoping like crazy.  We hope every cloud holds rain. (It doesn't.  It holds snow, but we'll take it.)  We hope grass will grow in the pasture this year.  We hoped to start our first hives of bees.  (They died, tragically, on a semi in a snowstorm.)  We hope our cat doesn't have too many kittens, but we also hope none of them die.  We hoped that the eggs cooking away in the incubator would show signs of life.  (Through a flashlight beam, we saw little embryos swimming around.)  We hope the buffalo don't escape, and that they have babies next year. We hope to plant the garden, whenever it gets warm enough, and we hope the chickens don't destroy it.  We hope to eat our first garden asparagus very, very soon.  

This year A. gets to try some wrestling.