The First Real Day of Spring

Author: Farmer Kelley

There’s always one day when it changes.

Not on the calendar—but in the air. The light stretches. The animals move with purpose.

Even the mud feels different underfoot.

Out here, I notice it first in the herd. Heads up, energy rising, a sense that something has begun.

I feel it too.

After a long winter, there’s a return of energy—not all at once, but enough to notice. A readiness. A spark.

Spring doesn’t arrive all at once especially here in CT. It builds.

And suddenly, so do we.

With steadiness,

Farmer Kelley