Describe Your Perfect Spring Day...

The sun shines as the morning dew bathes the blades of grass, some just barely making their way through the soil, while others stand tall after a nice long rest. After thanking the good Lord for this beautiful day, I put on my favorite oversized sweatshirt and smoothly lined rain boots and holler, “kids, let’s go! It’s time for a walk.”

I hear their feet leap off the floor, return with a stomp, without pause or hesitation; they recognize the eagerness to feel and see the season. Adventures begin as the swinging door slams behind the youngest who has no time to lose. We trek down the sandy lane leading to fields of glory.

The chickens’ and cattle’s noses touch the ground as they walk the green grass, while a mamma sow nurses its young under shelter.  Day old piglets grunt, and we breathe in the air surrounding fresh straw and new life.

The kids yell, “see you later!” and beg to take a ride to the woods. My husband, lifts a child to his chest while straddling the four-wheeler, and I corral the remaining toward the side-by-side, all while the littlest pats my thigh asking three times in a row, “can we go on a bye-bye side ride?!”

My husband and I discuss the best route, building anticipation for the journey, and we ride.

Once the vehicles park, we walk off the beaten path; I watch eyes follow the tree where it meets the earth, to where it touches the sky.  We listen to the birds calling our name, and wonder.

Treasures are found, bright small flowers and small muted mushrooms. I watch our kids swing on heavy branches, while chatting about nothing at all.

Our time in the woods ends with a fast ride, wind blowing all our troubles away.

Near home, we play in the sand box and on the court.  A competitive game of one on one is enjoyed while young spectators shout rules that don’t make sense.  We play until our stomachs grumble.

My husband and I craft a dinner that feels, smells, and tastes exactly like Spring - smoky barbeque chicken, smashed cream cheese tators, and crispy morel mushrooms.  The day is settled with a piping hot cup of tea, steeped from freshly picked treasures of the land, while again I thank my Savior for all our blessings.

Spring is here on the farm, and we are present.