Small ripples flow toward my chair at the edge of the lake, the aftershock of ducks playing across the way. They’re getting their morning bath in the cool water. I tug the plaid afghan tighter around my shoulders while waiting for the morning sun to breathe warmth across eastern side of the farm. The hens are already cackling, their voices overpowering the rooster who has been crowing since 3 a.m. One must have laid the first egg of the day. She and her sisters are letting the neighborhood know about it.
I take a sip of …read more
Source:: Justin Tadlock