Dear Farm Journal,
As we wiped the sleep from our eyes and blinked into the new white of a freshly fallen snow, Rufus and I quipped, “It’s Christmas!”…“Did Santa Claus come?”. Of course, snow in early spring is familiar here, and we went about our day of farming. Before we got started on some spring cleaning, however, we hiked down to the sugar bush to button up the maple syrup operation. It was an enchanting dawn, listening to birds whistle above and snow crunch below. A frosted heaviness hung in the boughs for a few hours. Back at the farmstead, we began a major clean out of the pack shed, “everything must go” style. It’s time to pressure wash and scrub deep, so we rolled up our sleeves and got in there. The empty space presents as a blank canvas for this season’s exhibit.