This is one of those North Dakota days where the snowflakes float down gently as if there is no hurry to get to the ground. They are big, fluffy flakes that remind me of ski trips and hot chocolate. So what if it is spring? Tucker sleeps on the floor, unconcerned. The farmer is wishing for sunshine and windless days to finish putting up the high tunnel greenhouse in the garden. He is planning on tomatoes, lettuce, spinach and carrots, as well as rows of onions. I asked about flowers, but he said "You can't eat flowers". Spoken like a true farmer.
I am waiting to hear if the physicians who interviewed with us in March wil join our group. One is a surgeon, the other in family practice. Both seemed like a great fit, and both would add needed services. Should they say yes, we will have recruited six new physicians in two years. I am optomistic about the future.
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