I remember often the conversations I would have with our daughter Zoe about being raised in a small rural farming community. “Kinda boring”, “Nothing to do”, “Once I’m old enough I’m high tailing it for big city life”. That’s just what she did too, as soon as she could venture out beyond my world here in our humble town, she vacated and moved to Portland. I love visiting her there. She has a great apartment, a great boyfiend, and we always have a wonderful time when we visit her. But now she comes home to indulge in all the things she was so anxious to leave behind. Homegrown food. The flower gardens. Peace and Quiet. The lakes. Sleeping in her old room. And the very awesome bonus….she wants to come home to help on the farm! Wow! This is great! Time spent with our beloved girl and help with some of the chores that are staring us down. We made kimchi, we harvested vegetables, we stacked two cords of wood, she spent an afternoon helping to lay the floor rafters for the studio, and SHE VACUUMED !!!!!!! I think she’s grown up now and she is pretty amazing. What a lovely thing when your children spring from their nest, find their own niche in the world, but journey back to find comfort in their chlidhood roots. That’s my gal. Thanks for all the help , Zoe……you really are pretty awesome!