This time of year the dirt and the grass smell good enough to eat, and for the goats, the horses, and Winnie, it was. We had an afternoon free, so we went to the farm to help get the garden beds ready for spring planting. I wasn’t much help as I was more interested in the one little curl that sits behind Winnie’s ear and trying to somewhat monitor the shoveling of dirt into her mouth. Charlotte transferred the weeds from the garden beds to the wagon to the animals over the fence, stopping only to close her eyes real tight and move her mouth around in silent gibberish as she picked flowers and made wishes. When I asked her what she had wished for, she told me she wished to have a good day at school (she doesn’t go to school, but her cousin had made that wish earlier in the week). I didn’t question the reality of her wish, cause what’s a wish if it’s realistic? Instead, I soaked in the farm magic and made my own little silent wish that Winnie would not get diarrhea from all the dirt she had ingested.