With the last official weekend of the summer fading in the distance I hopped in the car & made my way to Faith Farm. Just a few weeks ago Keith & I were married and now cattle graze and grass is growing where it all happened. Sort of crazy when you think about it.
Weekends always fly by, but it was nice having the weekend in Va before rolling into a new school year. Farm life is greatly unpredictable, never easy & pretty dirty. There is something within me that enjoys getting my hands dirty, breaking a sweat and gaining an insight into a world that so few have the opportunity to see. We're in such a rushed society where we focus on the immediate and very often gravitate towards quantity over quality. From the chickens laying eggs, the pastures growing the season's supply of hay and pears hanging heavy from limbs it all takes time. With time, patience and hard work it seems the end product and substance is higher and more pure. That might seem a little on the old school side, but my doses on Faith Farm reaffirms this truth.
Later this afternoon we all broke a sweat and achieved target heart rate picking pears from a tree near the house. Gabe was well equipped with a pear in each hand and a big grin on his face. Moments such as these are precious and even with a few rough encounters with branches, it was great fun.
Heading back to Jersey tomorrow and ready to rock and roll with a new school year and a few other 'new' aspects of life that just make it all the sweeter : )
** This last shot is of Tristan in his FIRST parade as a kindergartener!!! Gabe, was a spectator and pretty proud of his big bro!**
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