Heart-shaped leaves are everywhere on our farm. It always amazes me how many plants have leaves in this shape: large and small, new-green, or purple, veins like the palm of a hand, some carrying flowers and some with roots like feet that scoot across the rocky terrain. Hearts take root and abound in unexpected places like on the front seat of our farm truck, the grill too. Hearts tender, resilient, persistent in their journey, moving with  mysterious purpose. It seems like God strains nature and language to send us a valentine: HEY, I’M LOVING YOU.