She greets me at the car, welcomes me to the farm and introduces me to the dogs.
Then she goes and fetches my eggs while fetching hens off shelves and throwing them over a fence.
I must not have fully comprehended when people told me how amazing.
Fearless, I think.
Today I am grateful for Hazel and Ivan and eggs and kale and cauliflower and squash and zucchini and tomatoes and miniature turnip roots. I am grateful for the farm and the family.
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