The Far Northeast is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. The news from Trout Brook is good: the rhubarb is leafing out, the radish tops have broken the surface of the dirt, the lilacs and forsythia are budding. I noticed on my walk through Jordan’s Farm the other morning that walking geese don’t honk, but make a noise in their throats that sounds like old men farting. More on that later. The world is liminal at this moment in the year—it was sixty degrees yesterday and thirty-one this morning—but the balance is starting to tip toward spring and warmth and growth. We welcome it.
Wonderful piece! Fart on, indeed!
Best headline ever!