The Changing Times

We officially felt the changing times today as half of the family spent a good portion of the day watching the first Angell child play their first little league game. None of the first seven Angell children were ever involved in organized sports. There is no bitterness on our part; the truth of the matter is that we were too busy enjoying the life and work of the farm to even think of adding more to our schedule.

Today, Nate and I laughed, though, as we realized that our presence at Caleb's game was an indication that suburban America has found even Bentley Farm. As the land around us changes and big machines now do the work of building houses and roads and vineyards in the fields and woods of Bentley, we see the outplaying of that change in Caleb's life.



Come gather 'round people
Wherever you roam
And admit that the waters
Around you have grown
And accept it that soon
You'll be drenched to the bone.
If your time to you
Is worth savin'
Then you better start swimmin'
Or you'll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin'. - Bob Dylan