Farm Land
Few things can match the beauty of
Black soil that’s newly tilled
And redolent of things to come
As soon as March’s chilled
Cold heart has given up his hold
And April’s warmth begun
To set the life-renewing pulse
Of earth under her sun.
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A great description of the shift into Spring. I grew up in farm country and the freshly turned dark soils and the smell of the earth still brings pleasant memories. Your photos of the Chard at the bottom of the post brought smiles……I am overwhelmed with Chard right now!
My patch of chard is tiny but prolific. Thankfully, it’s a great Universal Donor sort of ingredient, supporting and complementing others wonderfully well. Hmmm, do I sense a lunch plan coming into my head???
This is beautiful, Kathryn … I love the anticipation and trust inherent in your words! XO
Thank you, my sweet! xoxo
Make me want to go out and start planting right now.
I’ve heard it’s been quite cold and rainy up there still (mostly)–and here, it’s been everything from nearly 90 degrees down to last night’s record-setting near freezing temperature. ????!!!!! And I thought Washington weather was the most unpredictable. 🙂 Love to you and Mike!!
Digging & planting heals angry ranting…
And many a hurt
is cured by dirt . . .
Loveliness!
Thank you, Cindy! I’m glad you approve. 🙂
xo