We’re moving before the sun clocks in. Seedlings cry of thirst in the nursery. Big trees act mature, but they’re happier with a song and some tending. Soil’s stiff and wants turned, but that tractor’s got more moods than the rest of ‘em. Everyone wants a little love in their own way. When the sun clocks out, we’ll get ours over a cold lemonade and gin rummy.
32″ x 32″ Acrylic on Canvas