Winter on the Farm.
Each distinct Season is beautiful in it’s own way.
There is purpose and need for each.
Winter can be harsh and cruel; yet the beauty counteracts the hard.
This winter has been hard on so many levels.
My farmer shows amazing perseverance and grit.
I do not possess such strength.
In the face of all this adversity he continues to press forward.
I would have given up long ago.
Yet, somehow he pulls from a strength that is rare to see today.
He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.
He still find time to visit the neighbor and bring them a meal.
He listens to our children and their chatter.
He pulls together the tax numbers when I have been remiss in details.
He remains calm when I am losing my mind over trivial matters.
Usually the winter affords us time inside.
Time to regroup.
Snuggle by the fire.
Watch some tv.
This winter has been anything but.
There has been precious little time.
Each spare moment has been working on the barn.
Trying to get shelter for the animals.
Feeding has been demanding with no barn.
My farmer has been diligent about where to feed.
Care needs to be given to the land so there is not run off in the Spring with so many animals not in the barn.
So many different demands.
Not enough down time.
Not enough regrouping.
Winter can be harsh.
Yet through it all my farmer continues to care for all his animals.
Tirelessly rising at 3 and finally falling into bed much later than he should; sometimes 10 or later.
He will restock the outdoor boiler or run to the barn just to check on everyone.
He also stops to take a picture.
He recognizes the beauty in this place.
He shares it with me.