There’s a moment just before the sun comes up that’s pure magic if you pay attention. It’s a fleeting moment, just a few, quick, shivery seconds of anticipation for the pink Smoky Mountain sunrise about to break. For me, writing this letter, looking ahead to 2017, is that moment. My husband Sam taught me to look for life’s daily gifts, like a Tennessee sunrise. Although he’s gone, I’ve found that continuing to live out our shared vision for Blackberry Farm has been healing. With the newest edition
of The Blackberry Year in front of me, I am eager to continue the tradition of creating rewarding gatherings that bring people together.
