The 25th Of May
It is the 25th of May
And we are all eagerly waiting to begin cutting hay.
The thermometer says it is 34
As I return soaking wet, from changing water, carrying firewood in the door.
I can see the snow falling in hills across the way,
Time to reevaluate my plans for the day.
It is hard to believe I can see my breath in the air
So I settle down next to the fire, coffee in hand, in my big leather chair.