I took the Producer to visit our neighbor today. She grabbed my Ukraine and Russia flags on the way out. And we got caught in a hail storm. Yes, we are the neighbors about whom you’d say, “Something ain’t right about those folks.”
We drove to a new town in Maine so I used my travel tip for healthy food: look up where you can buy raw milk. It worked again! And this time with a farm tour as added bonus.
Big news: Lynn graduates from college on Sunday! So we are in New England for the ceremony. I did a quick search for raw milk yesterday while traveling to Maine, called the store when we landed to confirm, and BOOM, the rest is nutrient dense history.
When I was in TV news, my mornings were a race against the clock. Wake up, slam a cup of coffee, walk the dog, shower, speed to the editorial meeting (for which I was always late). Now, it’s easy to carry that same intense spirit & overlook the beauty of a morning farm chore routine, taking for granted the invaluable time with my kids, the warm sun, the fresh air, the silly animals. I try to remind myself as often as possible to walk slower, breathe deeper, and smile more. Honestly it’s not a chore routine. It’s a blessing. It’s really a beautiful day, everyday.
