Seventy three years ago today…his Dad always said he came at the perfect hour, the endless waiting, the forever labor
This man who has lodged himself in my heart, and in the hearts of his children and grandchildren
He has that gift of self—for always doing what must be done
Watching the heavens, in contact with the soil, taking comfort in the growing plants and the harvest
Happy Birthday, Terry!
From my world to your heart,