Dear Farm Journal,
The flowering trees around the farm are unveiling the height of their splendor in late May. Tightly folded buds unbutton from the inside out, setting free the amorous reach of pistil and stamen. The birds and the bees make merry among the perfumed branches, filled with the lightness of simple floral pleasure, and I join them. Each of them instruct me. You may fly like a bird and buzz like a busy bee, but we all heed the magic of spring bloom.