The warm stretch we have had lately is starting to show up everywhere.

The grass is growing fast now, and the goats are more than happy to help keep up with it. That is one of the small pleasures of this season. What looks like overgrowth to us looks like a feast to them.

Around the homestead, other signs of life are stacking up too. The asparagus is coming along well. The hops are pushing up. The rhubarb looks strong. After winter, that kind of steady emergence feels like a reward for patience.

Spring does not arrive all at once. It comes in pieces, and most of them are easy to miss if you are moving too fast. A patch of greener grass. New shoots where the ground looked empty a week ago. Animals suddenly acting like the whole place has turned generous again.

I would still like to find time to look for mushrooms soon, because this is the kind of weather that makes you start scanning the edges of the property a little more carefully. But even without that, today felt like one of those quiet reminders that the homestead is waking up all over again.