Glancing out of my kitchen window as I rinsed the breakfast dishes this morning, I watched as a few of our chickens waddled by before heading up into the garden beds to peck around for bugs. My one-year-old son Mattis and I headed down to the coop to collect the eggs from the laying boxes, and to pick all of the unseasonably flourishing cherry tomatoes off of the vine before the chickens, crows, and other garden menaces got to them. On the way back to the house, I noticed a leaky sprinkler, pulled up a YouTube video, and had it fixed within 10 minutes.
If you had told me in December that this sequence of events would be the description of my average morning come March, I would have laughed you out of town.
