I am thankful for our home in the country, off the beaten path, where time moves more slowly and on its own calendar of the seasons. There is a time to plant, a time to work, a time to harvest, a time to rest.
The days are beginning to lengthen little by little now. So far winter has been gentle, and I am thankful for that too.
I am praying for rain: enough rain that the grass will grow as it should, that it will sustain our animals over the summer, and that there will be enough to mow and bale in the autumn. I am praying for a good fruit crop in summer: blackberries and apples and plums and more to eat fresh and to preserve for later.
I've spent time reviewing the past year, and planning for the next one. My project list has been rewritten and refined. My goals are scribbled on paper but are still "in the works".
I've also pulled out my farm book and am ready to inventory my livestock on New Year's Day, as my friend Kathryn suggested a year ago. She said that Thomas Jefferson did so each year, and I think it's a grand idea.
We lost our old mare this year, my two oldest does, and our oldest in-the-house dog. (We adopted the mare from a horse rescue soon after we moved here; we brought the dog and the goats with us when we moved.) They are greatly missed.
There are sorrows and there are joys in this life. Through it all we must remember to hug those we love, because we don't know what tomorrow will bring.
Live deeply, laugh often, love much.