Last month, my little family packed up and headed East where wildflowers were blooming, summer storms were rolling in, and harvest was finishing up. It was such a sweet time. The weather was unseasonably nice (70's!) and things were green and lush; a nice change of pace from our brown and thirsty landscape in Southern California. Time on the farm where I spent my childhood was nothing short of refreshing and the slower pace of a vacation in the Midwest had a rejuvenating and calming effect on us. I grew up on a farm with a white picket fence, backyard tire swing, land to explore and animals to
