Dear Homestead,

My rock-star husband promised me I'd feel better if I worked out today.  My throat is still a little sore, I'm edgy and grumpy.   So while the footing was setting & the kids were all happily blowing bubbles, swinging & being angels, I went.  And thought of you.  I rode my bike for a long, long time.  I rode this trail . . . .  Come walk it with me, won't you?    I miss you.