I love following my families blogs. My daughters have wonderful stories that make me smile as they describe their experiences as mothers. My sons discuss politics, geology, medicine and photography. I even have a daughter in law with a masters degree in creative writing who paints vivid pictures in my mind with her gift of language. My family is filled with artists, musicians, doctors, nurses, mathematicians, scientists, students, associates degrees, bachelors degrees, masters degrees and doctorates, all with something to say. But as I love to follow their writings, I never thought that I might have something to write about... until today.
We have been encouraged to journal. To record our experiences both good and bad. To leave a written account of our trials, our triumphs and the lessons we learned along the way. I knew that. But today while enjoying the scene of a freshly mowed pasture, the smell of tilled and turned earth, the oil of lavender on my hands from freshly planted new starts, and the company of our new grandson.... I contemplated the idea that I might just have something to record.
Our experience is one of finding self reliance, living close to the land and close as a family on a small lavender and herb farm in the Pacific Northwest.
So here I begin.