Headed to Vermont

I love my farm.

But I have a happy place. A peaceful place. The place my soul truly lays down and rests. And it is Roy and Joan's (Isaac's birth grandparents) home on a lake in Vermont.

And not just me. Our entire family finds this place one of the happiest places on earth. 

We had no idea if we'd get to go this year or not. Everything else we've planned has been cancelled. But we kept this on the calendar. In fact, we made the time we would be there longer. 

It has been our beacon during all this virus "stuff." Each time JB came back from the hospital completely wrung out or each time the farm bit off more than we could chew, we'd look at each other and just say: "Push toward Vermont."

We had no idea if we'd actually get to go. If one doc got sick, it could mean John being unable to leave the hospital. If this virus got anymore out of hand, maybe we'd have to cancel.

So we prayed. And we asked others to pray. That our family could have this time together ... a time to recover and be together after a season of virus-mania.

We processed our three hundred chickens and now .... we pack for Vermont!!!

We are going to drive straight-thru and pack our own food so as to keep our quarantine tight. 

We are giddy. All of us.

Our farm is well-cared for by the grandparents and Jacob and Gabe and our two lovable doggies. 

Vermont ... here we come!