Dear Sunday Letter friends,
February is nearly gone. Hopefully when it leaves it will take all the ice with it. I’m ready for all the blooming plants. I want to see soil that isn’t covered in ice. I want to go home to the farm and watch tractors and planters moving through the fields. New life sprouting in straight rows—ahhh! Doesn’t that sound nice?
Leo Tolstoy wrote the two most powerful warriors are patience and time.
That’s the truth.
Time is a precious commodity—I feel it in my bones. Still, I want to rush through the end of winter, wishing away days that aren’t ideal.
Do you do this too?