Dear Farm Journal,
In the early morning, we smile out the window, watching a troop of twitterpated bunnies. Spring passion fills the air, where love birds take flight. My own heart flutters and glides on a happy breeze while Rufus builds me a flower bed. Buying a bouquet is a quaint and fleeting gesture in comparison. I remember when we first started dating, Rufus took me to the Amish auction and bought an entire pallet of flowers. I called my cousin to tell her about it, and we giggled about how that was some next level courtship. Almost 3 years later, he’s still winning my heart with perennials.
~Joy