What a month it’s been! Self-created deadlines depleted my ability to create words with meaning. My perfectionist tendencies kept me from writing for the sake of writing in order to fulfill my promise to chronicle this first year. But the deadlines have come and gone and now time has become fluid again.
Three months have been spent getting my house in order… literally and figuratively. Doors became windows, ceiling fans replaced outdated light fixtures, wallpaper was stripped and rooms became brighter, the office took on a new glow, and oh how the garden did grow! Plants turned lush overnight… a waterfall of wisteria cascaded over the fig tree, fragrant lilacs replaced the vacant branches outside my kitchen window, grape vines, Virginia creeper, honeysuckle and jasmine sent out their exploring tendrils… this land became so much more than a farm. And I became its grateful steward.
Millie's Farm 
Again….just catching up. You speak of fragrant lilac and my heart leaps! That is the scent that I most remember from my childhood in Oregon. My Dad was the gardener in the family and planted a lilac fence at the back of our home. Can’t find that scent anywhere in the Bay Area.