The farm is such a measure of time for me. Phemie was only six months old when we bought the property, maybe around one when we planted the first seeds. We certainly have been busy. Time rushes past so fast and yet at the farm it seems a little more still. I feel like I can breath there, take notice and wonder at all we have. And then I pile the girls into the car and we head home to such busy lives, but that place is always in the back of my mind, just a quite picture of somewhere I truly love to be.
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