We stood there in the garden for awhile, not knowing what to do. But we said a few words about you. Then, we went back to work. Tears and sweat are both salty. We continued harvesting cabbage heads, and baby organic carrots, along with the last of the romaine and a bushel of green beans. I kept tasting the food. Dirt and all. I felt like everything tasted a little sweeter, as I remembered you, there. I looked back at the house, and smiled as the sun slowly set over it, Gratitude filled my aching heart, .
I would not be working this land, had it not been for you. You believed in the dream. So look Boompa... look at my harvest today, look what grew.
|cleaning organic baby carrots|
|one of the young hens laid her first brown egg in the nest box today|
|fresh picked green beans|
"Make no little plans, they have no magic to stir men's blood and will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work, remembering that a noble and logical plan never dies, but long after we are gone will be a living thing." Lita Bane
In loving memory of Raymond L. Terrell.
September, 1924 - July, 2011