Dear Farm Journal,

Springtime splendor was alive and well as the sun came up over the horizon during my morning chores. Each morning I greet Balio and Gizmo, try to peacefully feed them both, and walk Balio around the farmstead perimeter that he is learning to patrol. First we wind around the outside of the gardens. He is still learning to stay out of the gardens, but doing relatively well for a curious puppy. When I scold him for getting into the garden or greenhouse beds, he barks at me playfully, lays down at the edge of the bed, and scoots his big paws right across the line he is not supposed to cross. He’s a typical toddler, pushing the limits and my buttons as I try to get the weeding done.


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