Spring Cleaning

Spring Cleaning

Fiery tongues crept across the thick mat of dead grass, licking away all the dry stems and leaves. Like a battle front, the line moved roughly in unison with no possible retreat. Footsteps of flame crackled and snapped. The commander stood surveying his scorching...
February Miracles

February Miracles

In the cold, bitter days of February the small miracles would arrive – about a dozen piglets per sow. On the evenings when the expectant moms were in labour, I was allowed to stay up late in the barn with mom and dad. I was under strict instructions to be quiet...

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