Waking up, being blessed by the hope of a new day . Nothing is as pure bliss as the quiet of the morning hours on the farm . I watch as the morning dew dances on the strawberry flowers as the sun begins to rise. Promising the hope of a new day .
Farming is a series of steps , of time carefully created. Each time you place a seed in the soil , each time a plant is planted into the warm soil, the farmer hopes and prays for a fertile future . This year there is a s nose of urgency , but a sage gardener will do best to remember all things good unfold in proper time . So one would be thankful for the strawberries planted in seasons past and look forward to the new adventures that each day are planted