An early summer rain fell in nourishing streams all night.
Sweet smelling morning, the sunshine struggles to come on bright.
Listless sleeping clouds shift and moan in their heavy weight.
They’ll be moving out at their slow encompassing rate.
Birds are already singing their tunes of glory be,
as they flit around and praise summer from tree to tree.
Garden crops will come alive with water in their little feet,
and flowers tumble forward greeting each bumble bee they meet.
A hummingbird comes to my window buzzing in the air.
I do believe this summertime will be so ever fair.
(It has been a year since we learned that a rented farm would again be the end of our plans. This time we would lose almost everything and would embark on quite a journey. We made it through one of the hardest times in our lives and came out still together and happy, dreaming of our own farm this time, and embracing a summer of new memories. Happy Summer, y’all, thanks for supporting us this last year and for following along!-Katie)