First Plow

The first plow of Spring. Ripping through the ground. Breaking the steely earth far below that never sees the light of day. Preparing the beds for new roots to run deep beneath the remnants of last year's stalks and winter's weeds. The past is present still -- tufts of white cotton fibers dotting the landscape. The future is near enough to smell. A fragrance of fresh soil and light rain. 

So begins the promise of another harvest.