I love life on a farm. It moves to its own rituals of life and death. It doesn’t wait for us to feel good, be happy. It calls you to life, every day in many ways. The animals are always there in the morning. The chickens squawking for their meal, the donkeys waiting patiently for their hay and grain in the winter. The farm has a spirit of its own, and it is always calling out to you, move ahead, pay attention, join in the dance of life. It makes you smile, too, all the time.