… is family first, of course. Followed by time spent at Manfull Orchards Farm Market. My kids (and my siblings’ kids) are the seventh generation to enjoy our family’s fruit and vegetable operation … and the free pumpkins!
But that’s not all. Sweet corn and tomatoes and fresh veggies in summer … peaches and apples and cider and Indian corn and squash and apple butter and … memories.
Memories are made every single ordinary day.
Even when we’re not trying to make a memory out of something, it happens. Something as simple as seeing your first pumpkin …
… might somehow impact how you feel about those jolly, orange globes every autumn after.
And whether it’s a memory about grandmothers or cousins or brothers … it shapes who we are.
Raking leaves with a cousin might not seem memorable at the time …
Maybe it doesn’t have to be. Maybe it’s a simple feeling of warmth, of safety … of a connection to family that envelopes us when we’re 35 and raking our own yard.
We may not be able to commit every detail to memory, but every detail shapes who we are, regardless. We don’t have to make a memory. We simply have to enjoy the here, the now … the simple things.
Those are the most memorable of all.
Amen sister! You said it perfectly! I keep trying to make memories but you are so right…The ones that just happen are the best of all!
Beautiful post Jennifer. You have a way with words.
Sometimes the things we TRY to make memories, pale in comparision with the things that just happen. That perfect moment, forever etched in our mind.
The market looks so beautiful!! Would totally love some apple cider right now