Run Off My Feet
End of An Era and No One Knows what the Future Holds The end of the school year, work reopening and the process of moving my parents all collided the end of June and beginning of July. Plus father's day, an 18th birthday, a 16th birthday, my mom's birthday, our 21st anniversary, and the graduation that wasn't. So time for blogging is few and far between. The farm has been in my family since 1913, and since the 70s, my parents have also farmed my grandmother's family homestead. That's over a hundred years of deep roots to dig up since they have sold it to a neighbour and decided to move to town. It took the whole first week of July to just deal with the clutter that needed to be disposed of properly. Paint cans, electronics and glass were hauled to the transfer station for recycling. A load of building supplies to the Habitat for Humanity Re Store, another to the thrift store. Anything that can be recycled or repurposed is something that stays out the garbage. My fa...