When it rains, it pours.. …and even on the 4th of July, hiccups and clouds can come rolling in when you least expect it. That is exactly what happened this year for us. We had a triple threat this holiday week: A tree fell on the car, the refrigerator at the camp died, and it poured for all of our 4th of July festivities. Typically, the 4th of…
In the blink of an eye, it’s high school graduation. How did this happen so fast? Where was I? I was changing diapers, doing laundry, and cuddling away a fever. I was running crazy schedules around practices and games, helping with homework, wiping away tears, and enjoying the little kid’s laughter. I was planning birthday parties and silently praying while watching them launch off of a bicycle jump…
There is one thing I don’t think my father and I will ever agree on… and that is timing. For my father’s half hour early, I am a half hour “reasonable.” Right, Dad? 😉 I am not late for things; I am only sure to use every minute as efficiently as possible before I must be somewhere. I am not late for weddings, funerals, or any appointment. But…
Cleaning camp and driving tractors to school. It’s that time of year, I’m spreading myself in between my home and my camp. Both are anxiously awaiting my planting of flowers, my cleaning up the deck furniture, my dusting away the cobwebs, that have collected all winter. It’s hard. Sometimes I scratch my head and wonder, why do I do all of this? Run around like a crazy woman…
Oh, Henry Bars. My my my, Oh Henry Bars… you got me last week. Memorial Day Weekend was spent vacationing up in New Hampshire, and unfortunately, Trixie could not go with us. Alas, I have great neighbors, and Christian came to the rescue! He and Trixie hung out together all weekend. I decided to make my sweet tooth comrade Christian one of my favs, Oh Henry Bars, for all…
Memorial Day Weekend in New Hampshire. Nestled up near the Canadian border, Pittsburg sits unassuming. It’s crufty, worn, and strong like the old barns that dot its landscape. The old barns are a nod to the farming landscape that used to be abundant, vibrant, and thriving as a way of life. Every year I get to trek up to this country. I think about the family members I…
15 years ago, being a mother was doing tubs in the kitchen sink and then tucking three little boys into their beds every night. Now it’s a “Mom, I am home” at 1 in the morning after they have come in from being out with their friends. I think about all the days I balanced a child on my hip while I made supper or filled sippy cups…
I have a royal confession to make. I am a card-carrying royal watcher. I receive notifications from People Magazine about the latest going’s on at the palace. And I OWN IT! (please don’t think me pathetic) This “interest” goes way back to when I was younger and visitted England. I can’t help myself! All those jewels, fineries, and stories, oh, the scandals! So, of course, I tuned in…
A farmer is not slow, lazy, or inconsiderate. However, a farmer always thinks they can get one more thing done before they have to return to the house to clean up and go somewhere. Whether it be to a wedding or funeral, family gathering or church meeting… there is always one more thing to do before. But speaking as a support staff member, I know you better be ready,…
(From the archives-It’s been dusted off and polished up) The other day I drove by a local farm. Two of the brothers were out in front of the barn working together. One brother was on the back of a tractor, and the other brother appeared to be holding something for the project. Seeing them pulled at my heart as I thought of my boys. Were those brothers peacefully…
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