While we wait for our raw land to finally sprout some flower roots, we wanted to share what’s been happening on the home place.
Because, y’all… it turns out everything in the South moves as slow as molasses. And that saying? Not just cute Southern charm. It’s real-life, hard-earned, teeth-gritting truth.
Now listen. I know this may ruffle a few feathers, but I’ve got to say it: I’m not a fan of golf.
There. I said it. I know. I know. Some of you love it. But to me, it moves way too slow. And ironically, it seems like everything around here gets done over a round of golf. Every decision, every meeting, every delay, all happening at a leisurely pace while someone lines up their putt.
Meanwhile, I’m over here like… can we just dig a hole already?
Well, cue the confetti, because we are finally breaking ground on our home place. And yes, I might cry. Again.
But this time it’s the good kind of cry. Not the “what the heck are we doing and why did I sign up for this” kind. And not the “this has to be some sort of cosmic joke” kind either.
Somehow, the entire stretch of 2024 and now 2025 seems determined to teach this girl, who operates at the speed of run, to slow down.
And I’ve been learning. Slowly. Begrudgingly. But learning. Patience. Trust. Rest.
Surrender. None of them come naturally, but here we are.
So thank you for being here through the stillness, the mud, the paperwork, and now, finally, the start. We’re breaking ground. The roots are coming. And I’m learning to breathe a little deeper along the way.
