It was a lazy afternoon… The cicadas were thrumming in the background, as I hopped from shade tree to shade tree, to get out of the hot sun. The scent of freshly mowed hay filled my olfactory senses, intoxicating me like a drug. I made my way along the brook’s bank, stopping and peering down on it, listening to it trickle. Bumbling on its way to the river, it…
Once a day, once a week, or once a month. It’s an event to be marked, especially when performed with family members. Moving animals. Reading the moods ahead of time doesn’t seem to matter, as you know, dispositions are likely to change on a dime. It is nearly impossible to anticipate all of the loopholes that an animal or herd of animals will find. Some days it’s like…
This morning on my walk up to the pasture, I heard Spring. Birds… When I walked by the woods, I noticed the blue tubing was up — the sap lines were ready to receive and transport the sap run. In the air, a hint: The very faint smell of earth, gently nudged at my nose on its way by. It gave me an extra spring in my step…
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