When my daughter, Stephanie, asked me to go with her to the Reggae Festival, because a friend had overbooked herself, I said, sure, secretly hoping that I could somehow sneak into the truck and be with her.  She would be vending her uniquely ‘ice-dyed’ clothing…

This little story doesn’t have anything to do with the farm, it has to do with my life and what I just did. Thursday. Jan. 17, 2019, Stephanie picked me up at the farm, packed with all her belongings that she would need or want…