I went out early to wake up the hens, put our freshwater and feed, open their little runway when I noticed how beautiful the sky looked–the first glimmer of the coming day
Easter day was cold, wind blowing, buffeting man and beast, water and earth in a (most) cold and nasty way.
Big clouds filled the sky, dark with the promise of moisture, which never fell
The last set of the day, then home again, home again where warm comfort waited by the welcoming fire.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,