You'd think that while finally living my long-awaited farm dream I'd have tons of lovely things to write here in my blog. But alas, I don't. Not lately, anyway. Maybe that's the way it always is--you spend years thinking and writing about your dream, then when it arrives, you are simply meant to splash around in it and become immersed. And then maybe you are given something to say, words after all the new lessons you've learned. There are learning seasons, after all, times when ones mouth should remain silent so ones ears can hear better.

I've got flower beds on my mind--working in them, not writing about them. And planting seeds and pulling weeds and pushing my wheelbarrow around and around and filling up a huge puddle of stagnant water with dirt and -- And inside the house! Oh my. Much to do there as well.

Well, right now there are only lists like that inside my head and I hardly think those lists are good enough blog fodder. But they are just about all that's on my mind lately--in a good way, thankfully.

So when something interesting comes to me, I'll return, ok? And in the meantime I hope you are stepping outside and reveling and playing in this amazing season outside your own door.



"To everything there's a season..."