here we are again
wintering, we delight in the green of our garden, cabbages and snow pea shoots, bulbs emerging, how quickly the body changes with the season - craves warm cups of tea and sunshine on the cheek, hopes for clothes to dry on the line, clear noses, more sleep - as farm life begins to slow, we are so very ready to unplug, unwind, stretch those tired muscles, help a back heal, ask big questions about ourselves, our future, dreams - we lie awake at night for the unknowns, for the night feeds, we rise in the morning our breath made visible in the crisp air the kettle boils slowly, the porridge slower still - and sometimes the pasture is covered in sparkling frost and sometimes when we drive to school the fog is so thick we can barely see ahead, then pulling up by the playground we hear children running around laughing, for the novelty of the thing - this season, and it's only just beginning.
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ABOUT the authorEmily Clare Sims is a farmer and mama to three young boys. Each day she looks for ways to notice beauty, contemplate her faith and savour the seasons... Categories
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