That's what it feels like for some of us still doing the 8-5 daily grind, as if we are pushing through the thorns of a thicket, trying to reaching for the gleaming berries right beyond our fingertips. It is hard, sometimes it hurts but in the end the prize will be so sweet your mouth will water and joyful tears will fill your eyes.
Work is needful, work is hard, and work is the lifeblood of my Clan. We bend our shoulders and neck into it, share the load, to all pull forth as a team to reached our dream. The dream were we have a homestead, tend our goats and raise our chickens. Were we grow spinach and watermelon, peppers and mint.
The honey bees were delayed due to bad weather in the Valley several weeks ago but we should be getting them soon. Its progress, a step in the right direction toward home.
Good luck and love to all of you heading back into the breach this week. I go to, bag in hand and apron on my hips. We'll push through this thicket of thorns, together, until we reach the Heart of Home.
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