germinate.

April 7, 2008 § Leave a comment

I want to farm. 

I can’t help it. 

I want A farm. 

This season is just too much for me…everything coming up green, spring showers, warm sun again.  There’s something in my heart that can’t be content with urbanity.  I’m hungry for the soil.  I’m sick of pretty fingernails.  I miss puppy skin, warm eggs from the henhouse, the smell of a horse, Texas mud, big trucks, bluebonnets, mockingbirds. 

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