
Plums
Farm visits
Food swap
Cool weather
Yellow leaves
Hot tea
Soup for dinner
Patience in parenting
Bald eagle sightings
Lots of volunteer work
Baking bread
Canning tomatoes
Waiting for loose teeth to wiggle
Art classes
I'm dreaming of the herb farm I want to have someday. I've wanted one for years. Today as I was harvesting thyme, rosemary and sage bunches from the garden I heard a voice deep down inside that said, "You should be harvesting many more herbs than this, for the benefit of many. This is your dream. Don't forget about it." I see beds of herbs with walking paths; light shade; places to sit and mediate, to watch the butterflies, to remember about all that is good in the world.
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