

S, the little one and I had the high privilege of spending much of their last day at the farm stand with them, while they buttoned things up and made the final preparations to take a break. We spent time harvesting sunflower heads to salt and roast later (another post to come), husking a truckload of popcorn, cleaning up at the stand and helping them ready it for their absence.
It was a cold day, and it got less pleasant as the day went on. It was as if Mother Nature were saying, "It's okay. You can rest now. I've got it from here." As the day neared its close, it began "snowing." It wasn't real snow, with fluffy flakes, but a hard, frozen pellet like snow that made it clear we no longer needed to be outdoors. The message was heartily received.
Bound for Florida with nearly a solid month of rest and relaxation as their only obligation, these hard-working and deserving farmers were ready when this day came.
Tom and Vicki made the final decision and, together, flipped the sign that held their hours to reveal a new message:
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