Day: March 1, 2022

Hugh flakes of snow fell silently, teasing flushed cheeks as Michael and I made our way from the barn. He trudged thoughtfully, his small steps keeping pace with Mommy’s longer gait. My son’s tumbling locks beneath a cap of whiteness were drenched with winter froth. He shook vehemently before entering the warmth of our farmhouse. “Will the thigs be safe under the heating lamp Mommy?” he asked anxiously unable to pronounce pigs. “Of course, they are now snug and warm and will be able to nurse and grow strong away from winter’s cold.” Although my answer was calm and reassuring,