Spring's Gentle Promise

The challenges and rewards of listening to your heart…

"In the dimness of the early morning I could see field after neighborhood field as I let my gaze wander around me. First there was ours—I supposed I would always think of the farm as ours—Grandpa''s, Uncle Charlie''s and mine, though in truth it really was just mine now. Guess that was one of the reasons I was whistling. Just yesterday Grandpa ...