My time at the grandparents held more sorrow than joy, but the highlights shined so brightly that they almost occluded those less shimmery. Making peach jam with my grandma and taking long runs with my cousin were tops, but the pinnacles of my joy were times spent in the Word, and a visit to my dear, sweet friend Jane's.


Jane and company are on the road to organic certification, and that old plot of earth up Dingman Run is being restored to its former fruitful capacities. There are few places that bring me more joy, and few people to whom my soul is knit as so, so it must be shown...