Farm · F-A-R-M

Dust on Cox Road. Spike drew a careful F with a claw tip. F for farm. F for first.

Suzy added A — open like a paddock morning. Then R — the rumble of a distant ute. Then M — mouth closed, word done.

F-A-R-M. Farm, they said together.

A farm is not only a word. It is gates, water, feed, soft eye, and jobs that finish.

Pavlova announced the spelling from the coop roof. Nobody asked her.

Spike checked the letters again. Thinking Cap habit: look twice. Same four letters.

You can write farm on paper later, Suzy told you. Today we wrote it on dirt where boots walk.

Care for the farm means the word matters. Lead means you do the next job after you say it.

No magic necklace spelled it for them. Necklaces only reminded: be true.

Farm. F-A-R-M. Home of Spike & Suzy.

F-A-R-M. Four letters. One place.