Farmer Bill and his son Sam
Dear Friends,
Have you ever heard the term "sea legs"? It's a person's ability to keep their balance and not feel seasick when on board a moving ship.
Well, I think we should have "farm legs" -- which is a person's ability to keep their feet planted in good soil, even when change happens.
Right now, we're growing our farm legs and I wanted to share a little bit about what's going on.
As of this year, many of you have met my son Sam and have seen how he and my other two kids are taking on much larger roles. I hope you all give Sam a warm welcome when you see him.
Our incredible nursery staff have really stepped up and have developed farm legs of their own, as I've been taking time off to focus on my health.
It's a bit of a shock, and I'd wish we lived in a time where I could sit down and talk to each of you individually that I'm currently fighting cancer. It's in my liver, but (good news!) only there and it hasn't staged or spread.
I've got a fine team of supporters and a mighty plan to follow. Both the eastern and western doctors I am working with from have been great and very informative.
While my family and I are hopeful that this will be just a blip in the road, it's a good time for me to further develop my farm legs for what is to come. And just like gardening, we're never quite sure how everything will turn out, but we've got lots and lots of positive indicators and lots of friends at every turn.
For most of you, this isn't the first time someone you know and care about has been diagnosed with a crummy situation. It's going to be a long road, and if you'd like to help, I can ask for one thing: keep coming in, keep supporting us, keep finding joy in your yard, and sharing that joy with us, and keep telling your friends about us... as you have for so many years.
So here to all of us getting farm legs, for those who are headed back to school, through a transition in life, or finding a way to bloom where you're planted.
With much appreciation,
Farmer Bill
