Spring's gentle promise

"In the dimness of the early morning I could see field after neighborhood field as I let my gaze wander around me. First there was ours-I supposed I would always think of the farm as ours-Grandpa's, Uncle Charlie's and mine, though in truth it really was just mine now. Guess that was one of the reasons I was whistling. Just yesterday Grandpa and Uncle Charlie had signed all the official papers to make the farm mine-really and legally mine. Joshua Chadwick Jones they read, clear as could be. The full impact had yet to hit me. But I was excited. Really excited. I mean, what other fella my age had a farm his own, title clear and paid for?" "I sobered down a bit. It was a big responsibility. I mean, I was the one who had to make the farm bring forth now. Had to support Grandpa and Uncle Charlie and myself....And adding to the challenge was a desire for a family of my own....".… (more)