After a long absence due to caring for our youngest child, I realize how much I miss writing.  It has been a difficult time.  Waiting for a child to heal his heart is a bit like women who waited for their husbands to return from campaign.  There's no time for ordinary pursuits when one must take upon oneself herculean tasks.  Survival and hope that the loved one survives too is paramount.

On a lighter note, my vines are thriving.  I hope to take a photo and upload it soon.  I harvested my first grapes this fall.  I'll be expanding my vineyard next spring.  Hope is a wonderful fertilizer.