Excitement swelled into our teeming kitchen yesterday afternoon. The beef was left to brown itself, the cilantro to wash its own green leaves, while we followed Matthew's bare feet out to the field...
To watch Dad carry the new calf toward us in his arms, the sun weaving its golden thread into the green of the grass.
The calf was hardly two hours old, with bright brown eyes... a darling little thing with little white spots..
An awakening of life on our newly named farm, Rambellwood.
May your spring bloom with joy,