Sandpoint READER
July 25, 2024. Page 8
Dear editor,
Dear editor,
After the morning dew is off I fire up the tractor and swather and move across the field. Summer green windrows appear as I inhale the fresh cut balm of alfalfa and timothy.
An anxious doe at the field’s edge reminds me of the spotted fawns that are oftentimes bedded down in the tall, thick grass.
I make the turn towards the creek and start to accelerate… then desperately hit the clutch and brake as the little one leaps up and dashes away.
Relief and gratitude for all three of us.
Steve Johnson
Sagle