Farmer Stacey's Field Notes / The Fresh Sheet

Spring is suddenly on the horizon on the farm. That means baby lambs, seeds in the ground and finally pruning the (very old, very unkempt) fruit trees.

One poor thing in particular was overgrown, but resilient. Every year its tangle of branches produced so many apples limbs snapped under the weight of the tart red fruit.

It made me think about that initial transition to a slower, more intentional life.