When my wife and I lived in Ohio’s Amish country, there was one sure sign of spring that I always relished. Our Amish neighbors plowing the first furrows of soil always said spring to me.
I never tired of the witnessing the annual tradition. Powerful and beautiful workhorses pulling the farmers seated upon one-bottom plows sealed the spring deal for me.
The jingle of the horses’ harnesses, the smell of freshly turned soil, the encouraging voices of the men calling the names of the horses to keep going created a reassuring feeling. Though the vernal equinox had already passed, this scene always invigorated me. Of course, the longer days, the chorus of songbirds, the pale blue sky, and the budding flowers didn’t hurt either.
“A Sure Sign of Spring” is my Photo of the Week.
© Bruce Stambaugh 2021
Roadkill Crossing 
As I drove the countryside in Holmes County this morning, I saw at least two, if not three farmers plowing their fields. It is always a pleasing sight, and assures that Spring is here, or on its way.
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Just want to say, I love the way you write. I could almost smell spring myself.
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Thank you, Pamela. I appreciate you following along.
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