Well, we are in the dead of summer here in Arizona.  My garden is long gone because I, quite honestly, just haven’t had the motivation this year to keep it going through this 115 degree weather.  It does take a great degree of determination and motivation to keep anything alive in this brutal weather.

With priorities pressing on me at every direction, my garden has become one of the lowest, unfortunately, this season.  But, I look forward to digging in with my whole heart this coming fall.

I thought I would share some pictures of my dad, aka Farmer Darrell (in the black shirt), during his vacation in West Virginia to lift my heart out of the summer rut.  He is a true farmer at heart locked up in a typical Phoenix-metro urban lot most of the year.  But, when he vacations in West Virginia, I hear something more alive in his voice, see sparkles in his eyes through the photos and can just imagine more of a spring in his step.

That’s where this farmer blood comes from that runs through my veins.