Peace. Some find it under a blue sky and away from other people. Some find it in places of worship. Some seem to never find it. For me it involves turning off the radio and just driving. Driving and pondering. Pondering and seeking understanding. Being well aware that all on this planet are mortal men and women and yet when that mortality gets right up close and personal in our lives most find a need for more understanding.

This fall, my cowboy and I went to the Oregon Coast for the first time. Since his family is from Georgia and Tennessee, we’d driven to see the Atlantic Coast once or twice. Yet we’d never experienced the ruggedness of the Oregon Coast.

Agriculture isn’t easy; it has a way of molding and stretching a person, but that’s what makes this way of life so rewarding. And that my friends, is truly a good life.