Planted before I was born.
Blooming each year; but one.
It seemed to know.
It too, over come with grief.
The loss of the oldest farm boy was too much.
Each year since.
It has gained strength.
The day dawns warm.
A welcome relief from the cold and dampness that has permeated the weather this Spring.
The farm boy and his dog rock in the hammock.
The early morning sounds; peaceful.
With hot coffee in hand I linger on the porch.
The Lilacs are just about to pop.
Their heady scent; blissful.
My mom and a sweet, sweet friends birthday today.
A friend who was my walking buddy, antique lover, inspiration and encourager.
Both now call heaven their home.
The day stretches before me.
There is much to do.
Day of Service for the High School will bring a team here to the farm.
There are overdue bills to pay, breakfast to cook, dinner to prepare.
We’re welcoming guests to the Guest House.
The calves are getting tagged and let out on pasture.
(which always means a fun time!!! Crazy animals!)
My coffee is ready for a refill.
Breakfast needs cooking and the youngest farm girl needs to get to Orchestra.
I’m breathing in the heady scent of Lilac’s and Spring.
I’m remembering two lovely ladies and their amazing impact on my life.
We miss because we had something to miss.
This is the day the LORD has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.