We are the Mad Farmer

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Pay no mind to his messed up hair
Pay no mind to the clothes he wears
It’s just the hours he’s been keepin’
Ain’t been doing too much sleeping…
– Robbie Robertson, Rattlebone

It’s planting time on the farm and our fingernails are stained from our hands being deep in the dark rich soil all day long. We have closed the gate, and let the seedling pots explode all over the greenhouse. Shoots are pushing through and the hotbed is keeping them nice and warm. We wear our boots in the house these days, not bothering to throw them off at the door, and dirt tracks mark a map of our dailylife pathways through the rooms of our home. At night, we drop into bed grateful for the work, the play, the food, each other, the sleep.

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