Growing up I spent summers on my grandparents farm wandering through the fields alone, testing my boundaries, avoiding cowpies and electric fences. I was at once a fearful and adventurous child, adventurous enough to wander to that next big rock but fearful enough to not test said fences and I always tried to keep the house or barn in sight. These are some of my strongest memories, as well as the love and security I felt in the simplicity of my grandparents home. It was a simple rhythm to each day that spoke to me. My grandparents were brilliant in their own right and everything about them was real. From the food that was placed on the table to the understanding and humility that they were partners in creation with God and thus devoted to living a life that was simply “good”. You wouldn’t always know it by my grandfather but his wisdom to trust my grandmother in such matters spoke loudly.
But I was a city girl…I lived in a city that boasted over 100,000 people when I was growing up. I liked that too! My mother worked hard to take care of all of us…and at the age of eighty she still does. She is the heroine of this story for sure.
Fast forward to my adult life and after living in larger cities…I am here raising a family in suburbia. Ah…suburbia….”bloom where you are planted.”
We will take it from there.