I love new back packs. I love new binders and new pencils. I love note cards….only the lined ones, of course. I love freshly sharpened pencils and most of all, I really love blank notebook paper. I remember growing up and each year before school started, we would make a trip to Walmart or the Dollar Store to pick out school supplies. I loved getting home to bags of supplies that needed to be organized and carefully placed in my brand new back pack.
Our dear friends, Erich and Annie, came to visit us at the Farm this weekend. It was an incredible experience, from Southern cuisine on Friday evening to breakfast with friends on Saturday, a visit to the Tea Room which has more rocks than tea (and that’s a good thing) and then finally to our Meraki Charcuterie experience on Saturday night.
Chirp, chirp, chirp was all he could hear
He knew that the time had to be drawing near
He could hear a lady saying, “Come-on, you can do it!”
I live in a dream. In the dream, I have found the love of my life.
This weekend we had our 30 year high school reunion. It was an amazing experience, reconnecting with old friends, making new friendships with people we really didn’t know and enjoying time reminiscing about old times. There is something so special about the Sylvan Hills class of 1989.
When we started this journey a year ago, we had lots of dreams and plans that would describe our future vision for Forevermost Farms.
