Reflections

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Just like that…

Just like that…

I didn't¬†believe the adults in my life who told me, when I was still young and free and hadn't a care in the world, that the older I'd get, the faster time would pass. And yet, here I sit on the third day of a brand new year, wondering where the time has gone. It's true that 2017 went by…
If we were having coffee and bizcochitos

If we were having coffee and bizcochitos

If we were having coffee,¬† I'd greet you with a great big hug (if you're amenable to such things) and tell you how happy I am to see you! It's been far too long since we've sat together and I'm so very happy you're here! I'd ask you how you're doing, how your family is, and how your holidays are…
Concussed

Concussed

Five weeks ago, Kim fell down the stairs on her way to grab a late-night snack and gave herself a concussion. I heard the tumble from our bedroom and rushed down to find her sitting on the second step from the bottom, cold tea spilt everywhere, with her head in her hands. I checked her eyes for dilation and she…
Shown, Unshown – July into August

Shown, Unshown – July into August

Oh, how I've missed you all! And so here I am again, trying to document and share after being absent from this space for much longer than I'd hoped, planned, or anticipated! Realizing it is mid-August (how the heck did that happen), we're way past due for a catch-up and so, instead of baraging you with 15 different posts, I'll…
In the Garden – Mid July

In the Garden – Mid July

I've found myself wondering (once again) where the time has gone. It was said when I was a kid that the older I'd get, the faster time would pass... The busier I'd get, the more responsibilities I'd have, the faster moments would slip through my fingers. I didn't believe it, though. Nor did I need to because, at the time,…
Cultivation

Cultivation

I took the day off of work today and gifted myself some space and time to just be. No work or email or online miscellaneous (until now ;-) ). No chores, no lists. I made an agreement with myself to do nothing I didn't want to do. Faced with this freedom, I spent the early hours of the morning in…
Shown, Unshown – May into June

Shown, Unshown – May into June

This post could have easily be called, "On remembering why we started". Though I microblog a lot these days, there are times I'm not sure how to even address the battles happening on the farm and within myself... And so I wait to find the right words at the right times to put in this space so as to properly…