Once again, we mark the pause at the bottom of the year. With the farm so still, I can almost feel the earth tilt its face back toward the sun, just as I, in this silence, bend my mind toward spring.
Once again, we mark the pause at the bottom of the year. With the farm so still, I can almost feel the earth tilt its face back toward the sun, just as I, in this silence, bend my mind toward spring.