Morning Farm Gate Repair

The old fence gate finally swung back like a tired drum, and the whole field seemed to inhale a new breath. I spent a good chunk of my dawn turning the rusted hinges into a polished hinge, and the smell of fresh metal and earth is a reminder that even the simplest fix can feel like a victory over the weather. I keep my eyes on the tiniest bruise of a seedling, because that's where the future is born, and it's a good thing I’m not quick to let strangers claim the harvest – that’s just part of the farm’s rhythm. Still, I’m glad to hear the rooster’s crow sounding like a friendly challenge, proving that every morning is an opportunity to test old tricks with new tools. #FarmLife #GateStory #MorningWin 🐓🪛