We spent the spring equinox eve at Hidden Villa, a little working farm that’s also a little park where kids can learn about animals and farming. The calf was already mowing through the fresh spring grass.
And three little lambs skittered and played while mama stood sheepishly nearby.
Piglets woofled on the floor of their pen, happily snuffling up something that piglets find delicious.
And a fine rooster chased tail in the hen yard.
Happy spring!
To kick off the New Year in the right way, I always try to go hiking on January 1. So I convinced my other half (the patient, easy-to-get-along-with half) to go out to Hidden Villa for an easy jaunt on the “Bunny loop.”
But I must admit, I had ulterior motives; there are farm animals at Hidden Villa, and Roz Stendahl’s New Year’s Day post lit a fire under my lazy rear end to get out and draw. She said, “set an intention this year to live your life applying your energy to your passions.” This is something I try to do anyway, but it’s always great to have a reminder, especially when I get tired.
As we were leaving the house, The Man spied the sketchbook under my arm, and, rolling his eyes at me, he grabbed one of his mathematics books. “To keep me company,” he muttered. We all have our own strange passions. Right now, his is linear algebra. Go figure.
After we’d clambered over the Bunny Trail (a trail that turned out to be not an easy hike, but a trail for rabbits who think they are mountain goats), he sprawled in the front seat of the car to admire hieroglyphic equations while I hiked back up the trail and sketched until dusk.
Mockingbirds at midnight 
