Everything that slows us down and forces patience, everything that sets us back into the slow circles of nature, is a help. Gardening is an instrument of grace. ~May Sarton

2009-Slater Farm

We met Ellen half way between her house and ours, at her parents farm just south of Terre Haute, Indiana.  It was a journey to the soul of the heartland.  And wonderful, every bit of it.  Mostly it was wonderful to be with Ellen, who is a dear part of our family since she was in our home many hours each week for a huge part of Grace’s early years and my first years as a parent.   It was an honor to get to be a part of Ellen’s family for a weekend, in the place she spent her childhood, and to get to know her parents.  It was such a treat to get to learn about what life is like when farming is your “job”.  I was most impressed that Ellen’s mom grew and sold over 7,500 mums.  The ones we saw were absolutely beautiful.  We came home with a wild assortment of gords and a 77 pound pumpkin, all from Slater Farms.  You might guess that the best moment for me was making dinner with Ellen and her mom.  All of the vegetables were straight from their fields.  And we made a blackberry cobbler!  On a farm!  I was in heaven.  I think Max’s best moment was seeing Ellen’s dad pull up on his tractor and to get to ride around on it.  Grace’s best moment was being with her dear Ellen, she just lights up in her presense.  And Dan, well, I’d have to say his favorite moment was checking out the train tracks.  It was so relaxing to be out where activity is in pace with the sun and moon.  Thank you Slater Family!