Fall Friends

Although we might have had a varied and appreciated list of visitors, there have been a few that we have been missing…and you know who you are.  This last week, two very dear and precious friends made their way (finally) to Glory Farm.  I cannot tell you how excited I was as their arrival days approached.  I’d often be heard to say,

“Oh, I just can’t believe that tomorrow I get to see….”

Fall is a wonderful time to visit.  The leaves are changing and the weather is cool, but not cold.  They jumped into our life here, and this shot of feeding animals is a much better picture than that of her scooping up poop, but she willingly did both!An amazing and creative soul, My Friend J is walking thorough those days of confusion in mid-life, with her Dad passed away and her Mother failing and life being life…she needed more people to love on her and I knew just the place to take her…Quilting!You do not need to live nearby to be part of this group and with fabric in hand and a wonderful new friend to help her along.  My Friend J was quickly putting together colors and designs and excited…and I was happy.  We think she needs to come each season to rest, to care for animals, to create and be part of our home.

We’d barely waved her out the door and our second set arrived with a second set of hugs and delight that they were finally here!Fun and funny we’d had no doubt that this would be a time we’d treasure.  As Realtors together, we’d weathered our share of client storms, family storms, storm-storms and the like.  What did they want to do?  Just hang out…and help out and enjoy the animals…and did I mention help out?  She and I caught up about kids, clients, and life as we dug up the vegetable garden, burned the slash pile, split and stacked wood.As a Radio Advertising Salesman, he knows something about hard work, and yet he’d warned us that he wasn’t handy, but he was strong…did we need something moved?  We did not realize that giving him a chain saw would create a sort of single-minded Paul Bunyan (Pablo Bunyan, if I want to honor his Hispanic roots).  We could not actually get Pablo Bunyan to stop…there were just a few more logs he needed to conquer…and kept saying how much fun he was having…yep, we get it.When we are not working them, we love to drive our friends through this beautiful valley we call our home, so thankful for them in our lives.  The fact that they each leave with plans to return, well, that is just even better.  We love sharing our new life with those we love…and we are blessed.