Friday outing to Bramble Hill Farm was a short visit with 6 spectacular kids, half of them my own. The visit was mainly to check on the strawberry plants and to write down the type of battery the riding lawn mower requires.
As we walk up the dirt road, we frolic through the overgrowth that still bares flowers. and that's what the children did, that is what provoked smiles--flower pickin: purple, yellow, white, pink, green foliage...stems lined together, clasped in small palms.
The place is stunning to me...overwhelming with work to be done, but stunning. Seems like each time i visit the vegetation appears 5 inches taller. but my true self explodes with colors...happiness...genuine challenge. because i have no experience in farming. I have no experience working farm equipment or own actual farm equipment for that matter. The love of learning, that's there. The ability to accept failure, that's there too.
Notes are taken about the battery. The children collect what they need for their arrangements. We walk out of the realm of organic magnitude and hop into the minivan. I identify queen annes lace in one of the children's bouquets. And memories swell in my mind and heart of family, friends, and the roots that Mother Nature provides when one engages all the five senses in life.
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