Since I am able to live in the area where I grew up, it seems that there are daily reminders of the heritage from which I came. In fact, I am the fourth generation to enjoy the land where we live.
Here is a picture of my dad pruning the raspberries that he planted 25+ years ago…raspberries that he initially took off of his grandpa’s place.
It feels like we are getting a head start on our outdoor work (and feeling behind all at the same time). Last year we were at least a month or so behind this. With this year’s extremely mild winter, compared to last year’s heavy, harsh winter, we are seeing quite the contrast.