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Temperatures climbed close to 70 here yesterday. The breeze was warm and the sun felt hot when the clouds cleared. I love it when I have men here working in this kind of weather. They get sweaty and sometimes they take off their shirts.
In this kind of weather, the whole world feels frisky and full of hope. Everything is possible, even catching that last chicken.
Grass wants to grow.
Existing gardens stretch and whisper of work.
Gardens-to-come dream of being built.
New trees want to bud.
Lovers pine.
Dogs relax their guard.
Sheep dot.
Goats lumber heavy with babies.
The farm tastes like spring, full and rich, yet under the bright, clearing sky, men still don’t take off their shirts. As if they are the only ones who did not get the memo.
I guess you can’t have everything!
