Why do I farm.
Because I like it.
This cold, wet spring morning, I notice many things.
I see the first blades of grass poking through the mud just after sunrise.
I hear the cry of baby goats as I bring a bucket of water to their pen. They sound suspiciously like human babies.
I smell the moisture in the air as the coming rain rolls over the lake.
I taste the hay chaff floating on the wind as it blows past my face.
I feel the calm yet excited attention I am given by prancing, dancing rabbits in their cages as I pass by with their feed.
Yes, this is Spring in Wisconsin.