Spring on the farm

It is like the world begins right here every spring. Dozens of birds gather in the tree outside the kitchen to pair off. They are small and yellow and make a loud racket. The raven pair came back and fluffed the tip top tree nest. Lots of magpies and robins, too. Pheasants are courting loudly. The trees bloom, the grasses grow. I can count on the earth.
Weed seeds are an endless problem but now we have a small tiller that can aide me between rows. I missed early planting. Again. But I can count on the earth to start over again next spring.