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Lynch Farm

A Day on the Farm

From the rooster's first crow to the last firefly's blink,
here is one whole day, one slow hour at a time.

5:30 — first light

The hush before

The sky is doing its best magic trick. The grass is still gray with sleep. Reginald the rooster takes a deep, important breath. Inside, somebody yawns. Outside, the world begins to color in.

The sun, just barely up, peeking over the back field.
Papa Pig on the front porch with his coffee, watching the day begin.

6:00 — coffee on the porch

Papa watches the field wake up

Papa Pig comes out with two mugs of coffee — one for himself, one for the porch railing, which never drinks it, but he likes the company. He listens to the chickens deciding what kind of mood they're in today.

7:00 — biscuits, almost

Mama lights the stove

Mama Pig is humming. The kitchen is warm. There is flour on her apron and on the floor and a little on her elbow. The biscuits go in. The whole house leans toward the oven.

Mama Pig at the kitchen counter, mixing biscuit dough with a wooden spoon.
Henrietta the chicken, who is always hungry. Little Sister Pig holding a fluffy yellow chick, in deep negotiation.

8:00 — chicken council

Little Sister negotiates breakfast

Little Sister Pig has a job: spreading the corn. She does it slowly, because each chicken gets a personal hello. There is Henrietta. There is Penelope. There is the one she calls Mr. Buttons, even though he is a hen. He doesn't seem to mind.

9:00 — the squeaky gate

Big Brother is on it

That gate has been squeaking for two weeks. Big Brother has heard about it from at least four pigs. Today is the day. Pliers in one pocket. Tape measure in the other. By 9:42, the gate is silent. By 9:44, he has noticed three more things to fix.

Big Brother Pig with a wrench, bending over the squeaky gate. L
Old Ruby the red tractor, chugging in slow neat lines across the back field.

10:00 — Old Ruby is at it

Papa and the back field

Papa is on Old Ruby. The lines are coming out tidy. The crows are pretending not to be impressed. Old Ruby is humming her low, steady hum, the one that means she is content. Papa hums it back.

11:00 — the garden gives back

Tomatoes, basil, and one stubborn weed

Mama is in the kitchen garden with her basket. The tomatoes are not quite ready. The basil is excited. The mint, as usual, is trying to take over the world. She tells it to settle down.

Mama Pig in the herb garden with a basket on her hip.
The big oak tree, its leaves still wide and shimmering in the noon light.

12:00 — under the oak

Lunch is a quilt and a basket

The whole family gathers in the shade of the big oak. Sandwiches. Pickles. A jar of cold tea. Everyone talks at once, and somehow nobody minds. The dog gets the crusts. The dog is delighted.

1:00 — the cats know

The barn becomes a cathedral of nap

The barn cats find their patches of sunlight as if by appointment. Marigold takes the windowsill. Biscuit takes the hay bale. Nobody, by unspoken agreement, walks through the barn at one o'clock.

Marigold the orange barn cat curled into a perfect ginger snail. Biscuit the gray cat doing the same in a different spot.
A horse with a slow and patient expression, allowing itself to be visited. Big Sister Pig in the hayloft window with her book.

2:00 — into the hayloft

Big Sister and the chapter she meant to read

Big Sister climbs the ladder with her book and a sweater. The hayloft smells like summers piled on top of each other. The horses below shift their feet in soft, comforting punctuation. She reads three pages. Then she just listens.

3:00 — porch music

Middle Brother finds the chord

Middle Brother is on the porch with his guitar. He's been working on a song. It started bad. It got better. It is, just now, getting good. The dog has come over to lie at his feet, which is the highest compliment a song can get.

Middle Brother Pig on the porch with his guitar across his lap. The sheepdog at his feet, eyes closing slowly.
Bess the milk cow, swinging her tail, being walked back toward the barn. The sheepdog herding her gently with a wag.

5:00 — the round-up

The dog brings everyone home

The shadows are long. Bess the cow has decided she is staying out for one more bite of grass. The sheepdog disagrees. They negotiate. The dog wins, because the dog always wins this particular negotiation.

6:00 — supper

All six pigs at one table

Six chairs. Six plates. Twelve elbows on the table at one time or another. Mama brings out the casserole. Papa says grace, briefly, in a voice that means it. Everybody eats. The kitchen, briefly, is the loudest room in the county.

Papa Pig in his denim overalls and straw hat, wearing a warm gentle smile. Mama Pig in her flowered apron with her hair in a soft bun, holding a wooden spoon. Big Sister Pig in her green sundress with long brown hair tied with a green ribbon. Big Brother Pig with his red baseball cap, striped t-shirt, and tool belt. L Middle Brother Pig with a messy curl of hair, yellow t-shirt and brown suspenders, holding a tiny acoustic guitar. Little Sister Pig in a red polka-dot dress with two pigtails, big yellow rubber boots, and the brightest smile.
A drowsy moon, full and patient, settling in for its shift.

8:00 — fireflies and frogs

The pond fills up with stars

The pigs drift outside one at a time, just to look. The sky is lit up. The pond is, somehow, also lit up. A bullfrog says something deep and unhurried. The wind walks once across the field.

A round pond with cattails and lily pads, two ducks paddling lazily.

10:00 — bedtime

Lights out, one by one

The kitchen light goes out. The porch light goes out. The lamp in the hayloft goes out. The last light is the little one in Little Sister's room, because she has just decided, very seriously, to read one more page. Then it goes out too. The whole farm exhales.

goodnight, Lynch Farm.