The past week has brought two new additions to the farm. We have had two lambs born just days apart, right in the middle of what is usually the coldest stretch of the season.
Both births went smoothly, and the ewes handled everything with quiet confidence. Each time, we walked out expecting routine chores and came back with that familiar mix of surprise, relief, and gratitude that comes with finding new life on the farm.
It is always striking how steady nature can be. The temperatures may still dip at night, the hills may look bare and quiet, but life continues on its own schedule. The lambs are small, alert, and already keeping close to their mothers as they figure out the world around them.
Moments like this remind us why winter is not just a season of waiting. It is also a season of beginnings. Two small lambs now move through the pasture, quiet evidence that the cycle keeps turning even when the landscape looks still.