Dear Farm Journal,
“Well, I’m breathing the breeze lit up with sunlight”. Bobby G’s voice, from the People Brothers Band, lyrically looped through my thoughts as I hiked down into the valley. I ardently attended to the love songs of meadowlarks and new sprigs of leafy life underfoot. The wildcraft cuisines are arriving. Rufus snacked on garlic mustard and ramps poking through the forest floor, and I could smell his breath from about 10 feet away. Those fresh flavors pack some serious potency. Later I biked down the road to a spring teeming with watercress in its infancy. I like to think Mother Nature tosses us a few layups this time of year with these wildcraft treats. She puts it right on the rim, and we just have to tip it in.

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