Our days are routine, sometimes a chaotic routine, but always a routine.

They are filled with work, the proper sort of work…not that kind of work which makes you labor, or that work you do to make a living, but a simple type of work — a work of the heart.

The peace of daily living touches the soul and gently feeds the heart; the mind.

Erasing time and space.

Keeping us young, if not in body then in our essence.

At the end of my life, it will not matter.

But daily, one step at a time we walk together within the peace of the  farm.

Happy Valentine’s Day!
From my world to your heart!

Linda