I know I say this a lot, but this is an exceptionally beautiful time of year on the farm. We’re busy with winter chores and I’m not getting nearly as much done as I’d hoped, but sometimes I have to just stop and take in the beauty of the place. Even though I do that often, I probably don’t do it often enough.
I’m excited about what the year will bring for us here. But there some things going on here that sometimes sadden me too. It saddens me when I think of something as beautiful and precious as this farm being exploited. It saddens me when something so deserving of love and care could be treated like a mere commodity. But those things and thoughts will pass. What will remain is a place soaked in love, where we nuture and are nutured.
So we prepare the gardens, we care for our animals and we await our next wave of kids.
Last night as I walked beneath the clear, moonless sky, I took a few deep breaths of the cold air and admired the stars in all their glory. As I reflected on how few people are able to do that these days, a familiar warm feeling swept over me. The feeling that tells me we are blessed.