I went to the farm today to pick up some things, and I stood with Red by the barns and looked up the hill I climbed so many days with the dogs to sit and think and figure out my life. As always, the farm was whispering to me. Thank you, thank you. I am waiting for the next thing, the next chapter, me and my proud and strong barns have so much more history to live, so many more stories to birth. They are coming to me.