I am thankful for the bounty of our small farm to be. The garden is providing plenty to eat and plenty to freeze and can. For the young hens who are beginning to lay, providing us with a couple of eggs a day for far, rich, dark yolked and tasty. For the wild berries ripening on the wineberry and blackberry bushes, soon to be frozen and turned into this year’s jam.
I am thankful for the local farmers that spend their week tending their plants, animals and flowers, so that we can enjoy the fruits of their labor on Wednesday and Saturday, providing us with items we do not grow or raise.
I am thankful for having been blessed with a wonderful family, Dad, children and grandchildren, and siblings and cousins that we stay in touch with regularly, by phone, text and social media.
Though the week has been dreadfully hot, I am thankful for the afternoon storms that cool the nights back to a comfort level and water the gardens and farms.
Life is good on our mountain farm.


