The wildflower displays have been truly spectacular, but it’s bittersweet—like receiving a bouquet after you know the relationship is over. You enjoy the beauty, and while it tugs at your heartstrings, you have already moved on, emotionally if not yet physically.
I’m trying to drink it all in, as this magical place will always be part of me. (And if I take enough photos, I can paint it for posterity). It seems the first stage of our transition to our next farm has begun. It’s not the path of first choice, but a decent one that presented itself so together we’ll roll with it. Farmer Rick and I will make the most of our next adventure, which I’ll tell you more about next time.
I was getting our econo-car serviced in the city Tuesday, and happened to pick up the current Oprah magazine laying there about achieving your best life. Inside, it talked about creating a map of how to get where you want to go from where you are. The analogy likened the two places as islands, with everything in between subject to change, like moving water, pointing out that you will have to visit an archipelago of islands along the way. Ahoy!
For those of you celebrating Memorial Day, have a safe and wonderful holiday!