Dear Farm Journal,

This afternoon, Rufus took my hand as we walked around the farmstead. “Let’s look at our gardens, babe”. We strolled barefoot in the freshly cut grass, and admired our creative collaboration with Mother Nature. We noted new growth and observed the most recent blooms while a chorus of songbirds serenaded the sunset. Somebody pinch me, because this is just too dreamy.


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