Dead quiet, the ground frozen, the greenhouses empty. The only animals about were the hawks wheeling above the empty fields and the sparrows flitting in and out of the chinks in the barn. Everything from last year -- our victories and our defeats -- was covered in snow. The farm was a blank sheet of paper, waiting for us to write this year's story on it.
Monday, March 9, 2009
A month ago, the farm was at full rest.
Dead quiet, the ground frozen, the greenhouses empty. The only animals about were the hawks wheeling above the empty fields and the sparrows flitting in and out of the chinks in the barn. Everything from last year -- our victories and our defeats -- was covered in snow. The farm was a blank sheet of paper, waiting for us to write this year's story on it.
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