The Vet Came for Tea Not Just the Lamb
Lamb with foot rot. The vet stayed for tea. Rural life is service and gossip in equal cups. She asked if I am eating. I lied. Neighbors see through it. Someo...
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Sold the Last of the Cattle My Husband Chose
I sold the red heifers today. Michael picked that bloodline. The buyer was fair. I was hollow. Farming grief is selling living things your dead person loved....
Rain on the Lower Field and No One to Tell
It rained all morning on the lower field. Too wet to cut. I stood at the window with second breakfast and thought about telling someone. Michael would have n...
The Lambing Season That Didn't Need Me
Lambing season, and my knees are not what they were. My son did the night checks. I sat by the range with tea, listening to his boots in the yard, feeling us...
Forty Years of Doing It Badly
A farmer reflects on October light, limping ewes, and why forty years of hard-won knowledge cannot be handed over a cup of coffee.