I don’t do chest-thumping. Don’t have the desire, haven’t earned the right. But I am grateful, and thus these fresh colors snap in the wind over our farm today.*
*Yes. That is a big ol’ honkin’ flagpole. A story for another day (wrote it up for the next book but it was cut). Stands there thanks to my West Point grad Army vet father-in-law. Sa-lute.