Farm, on which things will grow
February 6th, 2010 by Aubrey | No Comments
The ground is frozen. Perhaps eight inches below the surface. For now we are left to walk the grounds with vision. Here, a future pluot tree. Over there a bed of flowers. And this is where I’ll ride my bike, through the farm, pulling shovels and hoes behind me, jeans dirty at the knees, neck and arms tanned.