When farmwork takes its toll…

When the glare of the sun bears down,

When your hamstrings seize up and your shoulders turn brown,

When you smell like a weird mix of lanolin and asparagus

When you’re dehydrated, bug bitten, and driven to cuss,

When you wish you didn’t have to be in a hurry

When you question your life decisions and start to worry…

Take heart that you can lean into beauty somewhere;

The soft glow of a sunrise,

The leap of a lamb,

The chive blossom where the bee flies,

Strawberry rhubarb jam,

Maybe just the mercy that the sun will set,

But the season isn’t over yet.

Seek the beauty to keep you still as you pedal the solstice bicycle up the hill.