This spring feels different. I’ve found myself sitting on the front porch a little longer than usual, coffee in hand, watching the redbuds bloom and the grass slowly turn green again. Bees are beginning to buzz, fruit trees are opening up, and the farm is slowly waking from its winter rest. But this year, I’m not just watching the world come back to life—I’m growing something new, too. Entering this season in my first pregnancy has softened everything. The urgency that usuall
