Over the years, the tools changed. Eli now used a tractor instead of a mule, and the old barn had electricity running through it. But the soul of the land remained the same. His wife, Margaret, had grown up in the same county.
They’d met at a church potluck, bonded over their mutual dislike of sweet pickles, and had been inseparable ever since. While Eli tended to the crops, Margaret cared for the garden and the house.