A recent gathering of the men in our family
- A cured ham hangs in reserve under the stairs.
- A 32-pound home-grown turkey, fresh from the oven, with veggies from our hoop-house and sides from our guests, will provide dinner at 4 for family and friends.
- The view from the porch is of a wooded hill, rolling pastures, orchards, gardens, and beehives.
- The haybarn, unlike last year in the drought, is stacked to the rafters with our hay.
- The grass is still green in late November, and the ponds are full.
- On this cold morning, I smell wood smoke on the breeze.
- And, I’m reminded of other cold mornings, fishing for redfish in the coastal bayous with my dad, smoke drifting across the water from the fish camps.
- My dad is still with us at age 90, as is my mother’s sister at 97.
- All the men of the family had a chance to get together this fall for fellowship.
- My partner on this farm is my partner in life.
