2017 has been a rough one...but, there is hope. We are almost finished with the barn that we started this spring, only turkeys are left to butcher and the garden is finished for the year. We had high hopes of finishing the barn by May at the latest, having a winter garden and having cider pressed weeks ago but rarely do things do as planned. We already knew this of course, but this year highlighted that fact, put it in bold, neon letters and smacked us in the face.
Maybe 2017's lesson is vulnerability. One would think that with both of us having worked in emergency medical services (and Bryan still working it on his off farm job) that the universe would know how well we already appreciate life. Maybe the lesson of the year was patience, patience with ourselves, patience with each other or patience with the fact that the path of life is often bumpy, curvy and full of unknowns. Maybe the lesson was gratitude. We talk often about how grateful we are to be able to participate in what we do, the amazing friends and family we have in our lives and this spectacular place that we live. But maybe 2017's lessons of gratitude is more along the lines of "I'm thankful that the bull didn't break a $250 gate today." Whatever 2017 was meant to teach us whether is was vulnerability, patience, or gratitude, we are looking forward to wrapping it up and starting over with January calves in 2018.