From this vantage point, I can see for miles into the future. There will be growth here. There will be family here. Harvests here. Happiness here. I can hear it, too. The high school marching band warming up before a football game. The crickets on a summer night. “Just five more minutes, dad.” “I love you, John.” There is something that I can find here and only here on these two hundred acres. I feel it in my bones as if they’re made from the same ground beneath my boots. I’m meant to be here, meant to work this earth. I’m meant to live here, love here, die here.
