Our farm is more than a piece of ground meant for growing crops

It’s home to so many animals

Besides

Mindy,

Boomer,

Terry, and

I.

It’s a place of Sanctuary

Where all sorts call home.

Where growing up is a good thing

Although, we do have those

Scary predators

living among us—

We have a jumble of plants

Which are truly weeds,

Although, lovely in a prickly way.

No matter what, our farm, is a place, where joy whispers on the breeze and in our hearts.

From my world to your heart,

Linda