Hope Springs Eternal?

04/20/2010 by Michele R.J. Allinotte

“Hope springs eternal.” I had to look that quote up to see where it came from.

It is from a line in a poem called “An Essay on Man” by Alexander Pope, written in 1733. Thank you Wikipedia.

With the warmer weather and the spring season upon us, there is a lot of hope in the air. The grass is green, the sun is shining and it is time to wake up and take a look around and what is happening.

For those of you who don’t know, I live on a farm. While we have had animals and cash crops in the past, we now rent out some of our land and the rest we use for ourselves. When we were farming, I used to joke that my husband worked to support his farming habit. The truth was not very far off.

So right now, we have seedlings in the window and our potatoes and onions are already in the ground. My husband has plowed a patch of the hay field that we are going to use to grow some sweet corn for the first time. We will soon be getting a cow to raise over the summer (and put in the freezer in the late fall). There is talk of chickens (laying hens and meat birds), but no little chicks have been brought home yet. My daughter carefully selected some packages of seeds to grow sunflowers and other wild flowers.

We have all these plans and hope that our work right now (and throughout the summer) will yield us some fresh vegetables on our plates (and maybe some eggs if we take the plunge and get laying hens). We hope to fill our freezer with beef and chicken and likely some corn as well by late fall. If we are really organized, we hope to have a cold cellar full of canning and preserves so we can enjoy the fruits (um, or vegetables) of our labour for the whole winter. And, if she takes enough interest in it, my daughter hopes to grow the tallest sunflower in Stormont and Glengarry Counties (she’s already asking how long until the Williamstown Fair).

But really, we could end up with an overgrown garden with rotten tomatoes and potato bugs, a cow who jumps the fence, hens and chickens that get eaten by a fox, a fisher (or our own dog – we have the great turkey chick massacre of 2009 as proof of that) and a patch of wilted sunflowers. We don’t know what will happen. But we have hope.

With this change in seasons, what are you hoping for? Is there something you need to do to bring that hope into reality? Do you need to plant some seeds (literally or figuratively)? Do you need to make a change? Whatever it is you are hoping for, figure out what action you need to take make it happen.

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