here we are again


we delight in the green of our garden,

cabbages and snow pea shoots, 

bulbs emerging, 

how quickly the body 

changes with the season -

craves warm cups of tea

and sunshine on the cheek,

hopes for clothes to dry on the line,

clear noses, more sleep -

as farm life begins to slow,

we are so very ready to unplug,

unwind, stretch those tired muscles,

help a back heal, ask big questions

about ourselves, our future, dreams -

we lie awake at night

for the unknowns,

for the night feeds,

we rise in the morning

our breath made visible in the crisp air

the kettle boils slowly, the porridge slower still -

and sometimes the pasture is covered in sparkling frost

and sometimes when we drive to school the fog is so thick

we can barely see ahead, then pulling up by the playground

we hear children running around laughing,

for the novelty of the thing - 

this season and it's only just beginning.