A sense of peace was presented to many of our Wisconsin farmyards this morning, with calming daybreak music presented by the robins and cardinals.
And then, somewhere between the old farmhouse and the barn, a pause in hurried morning steps to glance at the horizons, east and west. There, in that early morning sky, was presented the beauty in light that only nature could paint as a welcome respite to pandemics and fallen markets: The sunrise torching the eastern horizon ablaze with its colorful brilliance, and the simultaneous setting of April’s full Pink Moon painting the western horizon in its namesake glow.
The sky, full of its 96-crayon-box of colors on each horizon, reflected on the clouds as the azure sky greeted the morning from above. The dew-glistened spring grasses lifted to life across the soil, and the duvet of haze covering the valley below the farmyard’s ridge started to pull back to wake the creek’s beings.
Some mourning doves and nearby geese added to the chorus of robins and cardinals to celebrate the sunrise and moonset of such seldom seen even over this wondrous piece of northern Driftless Area countryside.
Nothing else mattered for those moments – the worries about a pandemic, social distancing, markets, chores, jobs and all else wrought upon our mortal human considerations all given over to that moment of peace in the middle of the farmyard.
The land and all surrounding it somehow knows when to offer such a morning of peaceful splendor. That goodness is our luck to understand in this rural countryside.
— Scott Schultz