“The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.”

Masanobu Fukuoka, The One-Straw Revolution


Did you see it?
Did you hear it?
Maybe, feel it?

It came without fanfare... no trumpets heralding its arrival.
And yet, there it was... a subtle rumbling in our souls.
That moment when light equals dark, day begins to stretch, night to retreat.

She slipped in, ever so quietly...
whispering her greeting to the tiniest of bud, roots, and blades.
A subtle vibration across the land, as sleepy souls lift their heads and say,
"Oh, hello, I remember you.  Yes, I remember."

If you are reading this, then congratulate yourself.
You survived yet another winter.
Perhaps you immersed yourself in all things cold and icy,
perhaps you hibernated beneath wooly sweaters and blankets or beside a fire.

Either way... you've paid your dues and now you will be rewarded.

Soon, very soon, the earth will shed it's dull winter vestments and exchange them
for the colorful wardrobe that's neatly tucked away in her trunk...
just waiting to be unpacked.

"Welcome!  Welcome!... you are a most-welcomed guest,"  we cry
as she knocks on our door.
"Unpack your trunks, please and consider staying a while.
Don't be in a hurry to rush off, in deference to Summer.
Your big sister, Summer can wait.
We long to catch up with you... to commune...

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