We all are waiting for something; Waiting for summer, waiting for ripe tomatoes, waiting for a husband to return to his wife and family.
While some of you may not know this particular husband, there are many husbands out there and wives lost somewhere also waiting.

As I watch the steady flame of the candle I lit for this husband, life feels suspended as I simultaneously hold my breath and breathe hope. I can not imagine what it must feel like for loved ones of lost ones.

In the farmstand today:
Ripe Tomatoes
Sweet, crispy lettuce
Cucumbers
Zucchini

Kombucha!
Yogurt
Eggs

Lots of Love.
Karen

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