As I write, I look out over 200 acres of southern Maryland corn. Fields of teenager stalks wave from every window.
I am choosing to ignore the cobwebs, the crumbling porch, the long day ahead, for now.
Ignoring the spectacular spider silently munching on her bug breakfast is more difficult.
There are buckets o' blogs and piles of stories ahead for you as the new days unfold, always surprising.
We are all trying to hear the Maryland farm music, find our rhythm and our way.
Our family has been tapping the Texas two-step for a long time, and this new dance will take new eyes and ears, a humble heart and some sweaty practice.
We are praying for your new dance :) Just start with the Lord and all will fall into place. xo
ReplyDeleteYou can take the girl out of Texas but you can't take the Texas out of the girl.
ReplyDeleteSo looking forward to reading about all the dances you learn on the East Coast. Just hope there aren't many line-dances. Lol!
Cleared a few cobwebs myself ...as probably the first trotting through the canyonlands this morning. I am so excited to read about this amazing adventure your family is on...be sure and teach your new neighbors the Cotton Eyed Joe!
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