Killdeer, Hawk & Meadowlark

There was always work to be done on the farm: swathing hay in summer, harvesting in fall, feeding cows in winter. Spring was when my husband, Milton, and I planted our fields with wheat. That meant moving the equipment, hooking up the seeder to the tractor, laying down fertilizer, planting seeds.

So it was beyond strange that on a warm spring day like this one I was doing…nothing.

I sank back against the green cushions of my rocking chair and adjusted my arm so the cast sat on the armrest. I thought again, looking at it. For three weeks I’d been sitting in the house feeling useless, ever since