I wish that I could bottle up these days and bring them out throughout the year, when the bugs are biting, or when the snow is blowing or when the spray tractors are travelling. The breeze is warm, there are no bugs, the farmers are bustling about and happy to be busy, the sun feels like a long lost friend, the grass is soft underfoot and everything feels like a job well-done. I had on an old t shirt today and when I took it off to shower tonight I got to enjoy a rainbow of smells and stains ranging from Rosie's cow smell, to hydraulic fluid to soured cream to pulled pork to a clump of mixed chicken feed rolled up in the hem. The kids' bathwater was opaque and they were asleep before they even heard the spring peepers.
Between the honk of geese, the frogs singing, the last of the leaves blowing into the hedgerows and ditches, the rattle of kids' bike tires and the smell of the earth warming up, it's almost easy to forget that there is a crop to prepare for and that it's way too dry.
Enjoy the sun and celebrate spring, but do a little rain dance when you get the chance.