In some ways a year doesn't seem possible. In others, it feels more like three years have past.
This was our landscape early on in the process.
This is that same location today.
To say we've learned a lot in a year is an understatement.
We learned, for instance, that plants can actually live at 118 degrees . . . but it takes a heavy toll on their fruitfulness.
We learned this is West Texas, home to a slower-paced culture. Whatever it is, it's going to take longer than anticipated.
We learned that for this city girl to retain her sanity and her love for West Texas, I need to travel on a regular basis. But I will do so wearing my work boots because they're a part of who I am now.
We learned farmers do community like no one else, sharing expertise and equipment readily and without hesitation.
We learned Lubbock desperately needs a Panera Bread. Seriously folks.
We learned to always always have a back up plan on the vineyard because something will break.
We learned my sister should always be in charge of building the outhouse. The rest of us can't follow instructions properly.
And perhaps most poetically, we were reminded this year that no matter what bleak forecast is presented--say, the driest, hottest year on record--that there is always a way through.
Here's to year number two.
