This is My Son

This is my son.  He has spent barely eighteen weeks in his mother's womb. Already the world has asked him many questions: 


Are you healthy, my son? 
Are you willing to come into this world?
Will you be like us?


But what questions will you ask of the world, my son?

Will you ask about Who or What? Or will you ask Why?
Will we roam the world  my son, and together ask Why?


Why is the ocean so sea-green on a beautiful, bright day?
Why are the heavens so filled with light on  a clear, dark night?
Why does the Red Robin sing so loud as the crimson sun sets?
Why do the tallest trees grow on the most forbidding mountains?


For you are my son, and I am your father. May we roam the world forever together and ask Why.  Because you are my Son and I am your Father and  the World shall Love You and You shall know Truth.

On the Dairy Field Trip...

Planting Fruit Trees...

What does it mean to plant six fruit trees? Does it mean you will have more fruit? A less expensive grocery bill? Or is it enough to say, "I created this with my daughter; we chose these trees together, carried them home on a sunny day in a wheel barrel, read the instructions on the 'bare root' plastic sack, and bermed our apples, cherries, and pear trees with river rock from our backyard." And all these moments, especially this glorious spring planting day, will now live in my mind as perfect, happy, and laughter filled forever.