Feeding the Village

Spring breezes blow fair blue air infused with perfume, musk and loam. Soil turns as horses lean to the plow. No time for festive frivolity. Seeds need sown and rows need hoeing lest next winter be harsher than last. Village children play on cobblestone streets but in the field are fences to mend and livestock to tend. Young hands best not be found idle! Only summer heat will bring a brief respite before harvest doles next winter’s fate.