Stewards of the land

Stewards of the land

As I look out at the rolling meadows and fields of Central Kentucky and see the early summer grasses swaying in the breeze, I am transported back to my childhood. Summers were spent outdoors on our farm or on the farms of friends. We rode horses into the sunset, chewed on stems of long meadow grasses, and rolled down hills in gleeful joy. Many long, hot days were enjoyed under the deep shade of the many trees in our yard. At night, we tried our …