Emphasis Preaching Journal

I grew up on a small, family-owned-and-operated fruit farm in the Niagara Peninsula. The farm was my family's sole source of income and consequently the days and weeks between the melting of the winter snow and the falling of the autumn leaves were very important. Nothing was taken for granted, and our family rarely took more than a day away from the farm. But that didn't stop us from having fun. One of my best memories had to do with the ripening of the first peaches.