Common Farm Things

I love the weight of common farm things - hay bales, a sack of pig feed tossed over my shoulder, April's harness jingling as I carry it from the barn to the make-shift hitching post. I love the way the weight of two water buckets slides up the muscles of my arms like a living thing. I love the solid weight of a good forkful of hay, a full basket of still-warm eggs, dark soil turned with a garden fork, a wheelbarrow full of manure. The milk pail, a full bucket of tomatoes, the warmth of a chicken tucked under my arm. A handful of broccoli seeds, a 3-day old lamb, a flat of onions.