What I Hold On To

These past few months have felt like a continuous figurative body slam any time I read the news. And the past week? Slam after slam after slam after slam.

There are many things I could say. Many thoughts I have, and far too many emotions to go into here.

So instead, I focus on the things I can hold close to me.

The potatoes that we planted over two months ago are coming up. Finally. They need lots of water, as does everything else, because it's going to be almost a hundred degrees every day this week. But I'm grateful to have so many things to water, because that means food for my family is right here, in my soil.

I have three tiny tomatoes on one of the plants. The day of the First Tomato draws nigh, and there will be much rejoicing.

There are more eggs in the incubator, so I hope to have another round of chicks hatching in a few weeks. The chicks that hatched out several weeks ago are outside and growing well.

The big boy lamb born last week unfortunately died--he never would suckle, though we don't know why--but the four ewe lambs are doing well.

And of course, there are these goobers. I hold them closest of all.

I hope you have something grounding to hold on to, too. Be well.