Early May always finds a way of sending us down memory lane, as it marks the anniversary of our calling this property our home, now thirteen years ago. Besides a few stray apple trees, one lonely lilac shrub, and acres of grass, there sure wasn't much to draw us here. But what we saw wasn't at all visible; it was the blank slate of hope and dreams that brought us here.
After tossing our boxes in the house, we immediately set to work digging a garden and planting hundreds of trees. Many of the trees died in the years of drought that followed, but there are plenty left to remind us of those early years. A goofy makeshift greenhouse on the side of a rickety shed became a stepping stone to one, two, then three high tunnels.
The big old barn was a treasure chest of artifacts and memories from when this was an active dairy farm. We quickly learned that it rained more inside than outside the barn, and years later replaced it with a more functional and rain-proof barn.
Children came, high tunnels went up, gardens expanded, a porch here and a sunroom there....time passed, days turned into years and those same dreams still fuel us on today. With the great paintbrush of patience and persistence, we continue to fill that blank slate with the colors of farm, family, laughter, tears, mud, flowers, sweat, garlic, roller skates, frogs, tomatoes, on and on......
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