This time of year, on warm days like today, I just want to be outside.
I find extra chores to do so I’m outside longer. And I couldn’t resist going to the little waterfall in the woods behind the farm. Yesterday it was still covered in ice and snow, the soft rush of water muffled beneath it.
This afternoon it’s gushing like a burst of life.
It reminds me of the first time I heard our donkey Simon bray.
When we got him he had been starved and neglected with only patches of hair on his emaciated body. I don’t remember how long it was after we took him back to Old Bedlam Farm, a few weeks maybe a month, but one day I walked out into the barnyard and Simon stood up, looked at me, and brayed.
“I’m alive” he seemed to be singing to me, with all the joy of someone who had forgotten it was possible.