Finding a way Home Again
I can tell it’s spring because I get nostalgic for the fun I had running around on the family farm in my childhood. During spring break, we would make the 90-minute drive from the big city to our grandparents farm. There we would run through the fields, watch the cows come and go through the pasture and help plant seeds that would turn into corn stalks by the time we came back that summer.
Living in the city there’s no way to duplicate that experience, but I’ve found I can rekindle a Read more [...]