Thursday, May 27, 2010

Sweet Spring Rains

The fall rye is booting*,
Lilacs awake,
Full moon is rising,
For last frost's sake.

The garden is greening,
As plants break the ground,
Fuzzy chicks in the barn
Make the sweetest of sounds.

Put the seeds in the soil
They'll come up, but when?
With rains like these
We're farming again. 

*the boot stage is when the plants are beginning to form seeds, down inside the stem

The other day Mark came in for lunch with a boyish grin on his face, proclaiming, "I guess we're farming again this year."  The wheat was up and looking good. 
And so it begins again!

Hope this finds you rejoicing over small triumphs and drinking in the greenness of this time of year!



  1. A true farmer and poet too!

  2. From one farmer to another,,,,

    PEI earth is red.
    All the sky is blue.
    'Tis the season to rejoice ,
    Busy,busy, but joyfilled too.

    And that is why I'm a farmer and not a poet....