You would love the sights and sounds and smells and tastes on the farm these past few days.
The ewes are doing the long August walk to and from the back pasture morning and night (no thanks to Hazel, of course), and the lambs take turns escaping under the fence to find the better clover.
The little piggies are brave and social and love having their foreheads scratched.
The eggplant are excellent for stuffing (“Just like a delicious pasta supper, without all the carbs!”, you grinned), and the tomatoes and cucumbers are perfect for sandwiches (“Just one more…”).
The garlic is harvested, the blueberries are ripe, and the evenings spread a cooler air over us as we sleep (great for yoga in the cabin, no doubt!).
I know you would even take delight in the industrious pollinators that keep us surrounded with beauty and sustenance.
It has been one year. The farm has been through a full cycle of moons.
We think of you every day, and are grateful for the lessons you taught us about opening our hearts, extending our arms and appreciating the bounty of our community.
The cycle continues.