Dear Farm Journal,
My ears perked up when I heard a rumbling coming down the long gravel driveway this afternoon. We don’t get much traffic on Haucke Lane, normally, but now it’s only mail and deliveries, so I knew it must be the compost or seeds. I swiftly rolled my chair back from my desk and ran downstairs. I felt like an old timey pioneer hastening to greet the pony express, but this was no pony. It was a full size dump semi filled with 40 yards of compost. My eyes peered upward in awe as the future gardens came tumbling down under gravity. Rufus hopped in the Bobcat and began moving buckets into greenhouse 4 before the rain. I can already visualize the plump heirloom tomatoes flourishing from this foundation.
~Joy