Five years ago, my husband and I bought a farm.
As we restore the land, I feel my well-being 1 . I think the farm is also working its magic on our son. Since he was 20, he has lived with mental illness. Just when it couldn't get any worse, an unexpected 2 occurred in my life. We 3 the farm.
It has taken a couple of years to 4 the land, seed the lawn and build garden beds. The farm was holding our 5 together. Before my son went to treatment, we planted a "guild" (同一目的协会) in the old farm to support the health of trees by grouping other helpful plants around them. We dug around the 6 trees and placed in garlic, wildflowers, etc and the garden seems to grow well.
We also learned how to 7 others. Our workman worked steadily and helped when I asked. Asking for help is a principle in the recovery community, a lesson my son is 8 . The desire to recover this land has 9 in me. I have seen this 10 towards restoration in my son as well. It truly does take a village to rebuild a farm and a(an) 11 . And my son has found his own kind of guild that 12 him.
Owning a farm was never our 13 , but it came when our family needed a 14 project. Digging is an act of faith, hope and 15 of what will appear next.
