Kathy’s ahead of most of the rest of us in the seasons. In Tucson spring has sprung, she can go outside in shorts and a t-shirt, the birds are singing and everything is saying “GROW! GROW! GROW!” The middle On Pasture kid over in the northeast has been wearing shorts all winter, and he did again this morning, waiting for the bus in 14-degree temps. Even though it’s running cool again, things are bursting to grow in the northeast. Lilac buds are swelling, and hyacinths are poking up. Soon, shorts will make sense, and the recess monitor won’t wonder if she should give Rachel a call about her son’s bare knees.
This is the season that whispers in the ears of so many, “Farm! Ranch! Grow new life!” The whisper sends us to the pasture, to the coops, and to the barns, and for those who don’t have the luck of access to those things, to the garden department for tomato starts. In honor of this early spring, here’s a little something from farmer and poet, Wendell Berry. Enjoy!