Farmers love spring, because it means more work. Time spent alone and sullen, when the whack of your scoop shovel against the hindquarters of a Guernsey is all the therapy you need. Whey and silage mix with the odors of offal and large, mean stock animals. Even your own smell comes into its own. Blossoms, if you will.
Spring means food, as well.
Though memory fades, I believe the ingredients are flour, salt peter, rock salt, flour, and salt.