Coming Clean

Forgive me. This is going to be a bit of a introspective piece; a vulnerable look at the fleshy underbelly of my profession. Winter provides much time for reflection; generally too much. Over long cold dark days spent largely alone except for when D walks in the door...
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“It’s not very often you get to erase a year’s worth of mistakes and start over.” That’s the thought that crossed my mind as I rode the tractor back and forth across the field today in the late autumn light, tilling up the old planting beds and pathways....