Every little bit…

As the storms danced their way around the mountains, the temptation of rain teased the needy ground, desperate for a little bit more. Slowly the clouds opened up, unearthing more questions and false hope. Would this be enough for now? Will this get us through until the next fall? On and on the cycle goes, but ever vigilant that what we need is every little bit.

Farm Focused

Soil hasn't truly reached the soles of my worn out pair of boots, calves have only played together in my mind and notion of stepping up farming has just been tinkering in my thoughts. My eyes have only been cast across this landscape once this week, but there is a feeling things are getting ahead. Growing optimism from a few drops of rain. 

More.

The press seems to flow a bit steadier this week, with time spent in motion travelling along past routes. Penchant a lapse of sleep in recent days strangles days like these, warmer scorched earth and optimistic ground peeking interest in the mind. Slowly, it catches up, taking effort and distorting thoughts.

Another Bale of Golden Fleece

Down Kenyu Road the lambs play, darting optimistically to a new season and the chance of later rain. It's a road I've come to love, every turn, every rolling green hill nestled in the landscape and each tree guarding from the weather above. Just out past the coffee shop and bridge where it all started.

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