Visitor perspective

Though rain soaked the farm last night and clouds still hang heavily above, it is like paradise here. Granted, I am not a farmer (nor even a good gardener) and I am not the one with dirt under my nails nor with the tang of tractor fuel stinging my nose, but the knowledge that the very stuff of our lives—the soil holding the seedlings, the pastures feeding the animals, the sweat-equity making up the farm—that all these things are being held in tender and hardy concern by Bruce & Lisa and Chelsea & Jesse is somehow as comforting as a breakfast of fresh eggs and bacon. Full of these thoughts (and that breakfast), it's time for me to pull on some mud-boots and get out there and see how it's done.

Written by Chelsea's Mom!