Smooth Transitions (full time farming and shhing oneself)

I sat outside in the sun trying to shake the winter chill from my bones.  The meadowlarks sang gloriously as the frogs droned on.  The red winged black birds flitted and barked and the robins demurely looked for worms.  Green sparks cover the land and spring has come.  I started over two hundred pots of … More Smooth Transitions (full time farming and shhing oneself)