Dear Farm Journal,
I take solid steps into saturated loam on an afternoon hike. I’m accompanied by my loyal companions, and with the certainty of clockwork, they encircle a castoff curly willow; a recently deserted rabbit hopping ground. The gnawed-back bark testifies to their winter famine, yet fast forthcoming greenery will transform their bunny forbearance to beatitude. Springtime sunshine, rain, and warmth heave new life into the hills who hold us all up with their generosity.