5/11/2020
Dear Farm Journal,
After a morning of building garden beds, we retreat to the forest to harvest ramps. My dad, brother, Rufus, and I press our spades to the soil and unearth handfuls of aromatic bulbs. We work the forest floor, stirring up worms and listening to the life of the hillside. The lush green favor of spring envelops my senses, and I feel joy all around.
~Joy