We rise early before the sun makes its grand appearance. We pour a cup off coffee and listen to the roosters herald the coming of the sun. We watch and wait knowing it will rise. Darkness gives way to light without fail every morning.
Farmers have a profound appreciation for the sun. I haven’t met a farmer yet who doesn’t pause for a moment caught up in the majesty of it all. Social media feeds contain pictures of the rise and the fall because it wows us all; farmer or not.
Livestock rely on the sun. Watch the laying flocks carefully. Their egg production is stimulated by the amount of daylight. During the winter months their egg laying is sporadic. Installing a light in the hen house helps offset this phenomenon.
The winter blues are common knowledge. The sun impacts our mood and sense of well being. Farm enthusiasm dips this time of year. The cold doesn’t help. The darker days clearly affect the homesteader. Seasonal affective disorder is real varying in intensity from person to person. But, I think we all get a little droopy in the winter. Stepping outside to soak up the early morning rays for at least ten minutes improves our mental attitude during these harder months, a handy tip I often overlook. Sometimes winter seems long and unforgiving.
The children decided to brave Jack Frost’s stinging nip to take pictures. Reviewing their work, revealed a story of hope I felt was worthy of sharing.
Hope requires a closer examination of our circumstances rather than a casual glance.
Even in winter, the landscape of our lives is filled with hope if we stop and take a close look. Celebrating the beauty of each season lessens the agony. Looking for the good in every season does the heart wonders. It enables us to create our own sunshine on those dreary days.