It's late Sunday afternoon on this,
my favorite day of the year.
And like we do every year on this day,
we got up at sun-up and tended to morning chores.
Upon our return home, we then turned the clocks back an hour....
and magically I gained a whole hour in my day.
(Oh, how I wish I could do this every day!)
As I sit and write, the last load of towels and sheets from the weekend
are finishing drying.
The running dryer and the leftovers-stocked refrigerator are the only
telltale signs that 12 young adults spent the weekend here at the farm...
a short retreat from their busy lives of jobs, home construction, med school, fellowships,
working on PHD's, flying helicopters ... all of the things that fill their busy young lives.
Aside from cooking large quantities of food on Friday,
there was next to nothing for me to do.
It is a joy to have totally self-sufficient adult children.
Amazingly, the house was cleaner when they left than before they arrived!
They chatted... catching up on all the busy-ness of each other's lives.
They played and hiked and visited with the animals and ate and laughed...
sharing ghost stories, tales, and memories from their college days.
The house is quiet once again and I am...