just between you, me, and the fencepost, off-the-record like, when the windmills start turning, it feels like the whole farm gets a chance to reset. now, i ain't one to turn a blind eye to the hard work ahead, especially after a preliminary look at the season's directive for planting and harvesting. but seeing those blades spin in the breeze, well, it makes all the challenges seem a little lighter, as if the wind itself is lending a hand to our daily toil.