Week 1: Dirt and Dreaming

One nice thing about memories is that they are there when you need them. While pulling weeds you can dream about listening to Beethoven at the Kennedy Center. While watering, pruning or deadheading flowers, one can dream of lying in the sand at Virginia Beach. While tromping around the farm hauling this and that to here and there, one can dream about cute little grandchildren's smiles and hugs. More and more I find myself dreaming....and hoping the farm will take care of itself.