In the country it's easy to find yourself leaning forward all through the year, always waiting on the next season, getting through your life as though you were walking into a stiff wind. This is one of those days when I catch myself in that posture — pitched forward into the gale of time. So I'll try to slow down and straighten up. I'll walk down to the barnyard later this morning and fix the gate on the horse corral, which has sagged since the warm weather last month. It should be good for another year once I am done.
