These frost covered relics tiger sentimental memories of child hood experiences. Up be for the sun for breakfast. Off to the filed at sun rise. I can still hear the clear tone of my grandfather's voice saying "get up," The sound of the jingle of the harness and clopping of the work teem’s feet. These memories so much a part of who I am! The early morning still bids me to start the day."There is work to be done." Yes. A life to be lived. A crop to be harvested. I still so delight each morning in the anticipation of what each new day will bring. And I thank those that came before for their legacy.

