Dear Farm Journal,
When my mind hangs low with weighty business decisions, grappling with the dim uncertainties of the changing seasons, I endeavour to let the lightness in. The grounding soil meets my bare feet. A tiny pepper peeks from beneath the foliage. Tiger lilies spill open to the utmost. Balio and Giz are on some serious goofball tactics, seemingly on a mission to make me smile. A spinning sphere of whirling directives implores me to be light.