It’s the place of acceptance and freedom to take the challenge.
It’s the place of generation
The greenhouse range where I grew up. Where I learned to ride a bike, my son and my mother as well. The family of industry and play together,and “yes we will tell you what we think.” The place where the old German Bible was one day replaced by the next generation english Bible. The same gravel lanes we learned to ride the bike we also learned to drive the tractor then the car. The place we would all get together when the heat failed in the greenhouse in the middle of the night and work to resolve the problem. But , maily the place that is always in the heart. The knowing its there but its there in the people of the family generations; the feeling in the greenhouse aisle knowing your great grandfather moved here too, and your own offspring will also. This is down home……..