Strolling the fields for treasures, clarity
Just about every evening in the fall after harvest, in the winter and in the spring before planting season, Shiloh and I walk our family’s fields. Shiloh and I both need the exercise, but more importantly, I need the mental clarity that comes with the wind through my hair, the setting sun, birds chirping, deer and turkeys grabbing their last bites before dark, and the simple act of mindlessly looking for rocks. Yep, you heard that right — I’m a secret collector of rocks like a little kid. But these walks are not only about finding the coolest stones. They also help me keep an eye ...