Fall is nearly here, the sun is slanted low in the sky. The evenings have cooled from their uncomfortable highs of summer. And, I have hay in the barn. Hay from my own property. This hay also brought some beautiful friends into our lives. The man we hired to mow it, brought his wife to help us load it into the barn the next day. A blessing, a gift of labor, and we are pleased to now have them as friends.
It is wealth from the bottom of the food chain, the most basic of blessings, the kind of bank that can keep a farm and feed all the animals and people on it. I am a wealthy woman indeed.