Here’s to Mother’s Day! I thought it would be nice to consider some of the most important lessons that my mother has taught me over my 46 years. Here you go, Mum! This is just my shortlist. 😉 The most important lessons I have learned from my mother: Never take “no” for an answer; just find another way. Ask questions, “Oh sir, sir…” even if it does embarrass…
PURDUE!! Guess who will be attending Purdue in West Lafayette, Indiana this coming fall semester? Tyler! What a tough decision he had, all great agricultural schools to choose from! It came down to the major. He loved the look and feel of the Ag Systems Management program and I do believe that he is going to thrive there. There are 2 more Ziehms! Where they will land, nobody…
Nothing like a good work party! My friend Kim celebrated a birthday this weekend, on the Equinox. Celebrating wasn’t about going out and having to worry about who was going to be the driver, going to a nice restaurant, or throwing a party with cake and balloons. Instead, celebrating was about work, Kim’s style. Boiling sap, cutting and splitting wood, and fixing a water line at her farm.…
Oh, how I loved the opening day of fishing. It meant spring and an early morning wake-up on the last Saturday of April every year. My sisters, father and I would meet W and his sons in the dark up in Boscawen at their farm. Poles in hand, our fathers would drive us up to Franklin, to wet a line just as the sun was coming up over…
I remember being little and stacking wood with my dad. Back in those very old days, when I was really young, it was fun, and I am sure I was probably more of a hindrance than an asset as he tried to get through it without tripping over me. As I got older, I was much better help, but maybe not quite as good company? I was helping…
We called it dubbin’ growing up. It meant anything from fixing the latch on a door, fishing behind the farm, hunting, or eating jelly donuts around Grammy and Grampa’s kitchen table. Sometimes it would evolve to suckering on a spring night in the golf course brook, walking the old orchard in Webster with the dogs, or piling in the blue Peugeot, to go target practicing. Always revolving around…
On the 17th of December, we got dumped on with 40 inches of snow. It was huge. I have lived in the northeast my whole life and have never seen so much snow in one storm. When I went to bed the night before, I was expecting to wake up to 5 inches or so, maybe. Instead, at 4:45 a.m. when I let the dog out, we both…
Every December I go through hoops decorating the house for Christmas. As the kids and I teetered on a ladder Thursday evening putting up Christmas lights on our front entrance, Jacob and I both looked at each other and asked, “Why?” Do you know why? Jacob and I shook our heads and laughed a little, holding the garland as Tyler wobbled up on the top of the ladder.…
Thanksgiving 2020. Bittersweet top to bottom. It seems that the older I get the deeper my thoughts run. Why are the tears always bubbling just under the surface? Even when I am so thoroughly happy. Wednesday I felt a pang of homesickness as I thought about the fact that normally we would have been heading to New Hampshire that afternoon … but I got over it on the…
The holidays are going to seem a little different this year. Our plans have had to change due to the pandemic, and the reality is setting in as to how vigilant we still need to be. Last weekend we decided, as a family, that we were all going to stay put. Stiff regulations on how we can travel to other states as New Yorkers helped along the decision…
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