Everything is plowed that is going to be plowed.

The plowing leaves the plow shears mirror bright and very sharp.

Earth teems with sights and textures, sounds and vibrations, smells and tastes, and electric and magnetic fields.  But everything can only tap into a small fraction of reality’s fullness.  – Ed Yong, and Immense World

I actually enjoy seeing them like this—-all bright and shiny and reflective!

Plowing—done for the year!

Moving onward—we go.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda