RAMBLES

It’s funny how once incident leads to the next.

We’ve been pondering the speed at which our lives seem to be moving, remembering when time passed slowly, when twenty-four hours felt just about right and winter vacation lasted a lifetime.

On a chilly day in October of last year, we planted winter rye in our garden beds to improve the quality of the soil. Despite the cold weather, we watched in astonishment as the seeds sprouted, and then grew fourteen inches before the first snow fell.