And the the rising sun brings life

Seventy three years ago today…his Dad always said he came at the perfect hour, the endless waiting, the forever labor

That very accommodating first born son—allowed his Dad to get back home to the Dairy in time to milk.  🙂

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

For 73 years he has lived on this mesa, first with his parents on their farm and dairy, then here on our farm.

Watching the heavens, in contact with the soil, taking comfort in the growing plants and the harvest

The stream of endless chores, tiny little jobs that keep the farm and everything on the farm moving forward.

Lucky me.

Happy Birthday, Terry!

From my world to your heart,

Linda