Well, well, well... It’s been quite some time since I sat down to write in my diary. Life here at the Hewitt family farm has been as busy as ever, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. We may be a bit of an unconventional bunch, but we stick together through thick and thin.

Our family traditions are what keep us grounded and connected to our roots. From the way we prepare our meals to the songs we sing around the fire pit at night, each tradition holds a special place in my heart. The memories of past generations live on through these rituals, reminding us of where we come from and who we are.

One tradition that is particularly dear to me is our annual pig roast. Every year, without fail, we gather with friends and neighbors to celebrate the harvest season by roasting a whole hog over an open flame. The smell of sizzling pork fills the air as laughter and music fill our hearts.

As I look around at my loved ones enjoying this time-honored event, I can’t help but feel grateful for all that life has given me. Sure, things may not always be easy or glamorous out here in rural Texas, but there’s something about living off the land that brings peace and satisfaction like nothing else.

The younger generation sometimes questions why we do things the way we do – why not just buy pre-packaged meat from the store? But they don’t understand that it’s more than just about sustenance; it’s about preserving our heritage and passing down traditions that have stood the test of time.

I see so much potential in my grandchildren – little Bubba Jr., Darla Sue Mae… They may roll their eyes when I start talking about “the good ol’ days,” but deep down inside they know how important it is to honor those who came before us.

There will come a day when I am no longer here to oversee these gatherings or share stories by lamplight with eager ears listening intently. But rest assured - as long as there are Hewitts roaming these lands -our family traditions will continue on strong like oak trees planted firmly in fertile soil.

And now if you’ll excuse me...it looks like Junior needs some help fixing up one of them old tractors out back.