Old farm equipment is somehow very grounding. My red tractor is weathered, but it still works. It has been through storms, long hot summers, and a good number of early

To me, every harvest is a vivid reminder that one season can alter life beyond recognition. There is something about the golden fields, the days that seem to last forever,

Often, it is by a stroll among the high grass at sunsets that I come up with the most brilliant ideas. The tranquility that reigns in the fields is capable