Dear Farm Journal,

This evening, I reflect on the profound gratitude I hold in my heart for my brother. Today is his third day in a row helping out on the farm (during his days off from his other job). He came up on Sunday and weeded some serious square footage, tightening up all the edges that go untended in the hustle of a farm summer. Rufus and I weren’t even here. We missed his message, yet he just looked around, saw what needed to be done, and did it happily. When I asked him if he could give us a hand 7 weeks ago, I breathed a sigh of relief when he said I could count on him. However, he has gone above and beyond. We’ve pretty much given up on the idea of trying to give him cash because he just won’t accept it, and well…he’s bigger than us. Of course he’d never receive any accolades either (I’m probably pushing it with this post). When I look over at him today, I can tell his back aches in the same spot mine does, and I hold back a welling tear because I just love him so damn much and I can’t thank him enough.

~Joy