Every fall nostalgia kicks in. Maybe it’s the natural ebb and flow of life, things start to die back this time of year and bodies go into hibernation. For whatever reason though, I pull back the cobwebs that have been in the back of my mind, and in the cleaning process, it triggers this sense of needing to feel close to my roots, my home, and where I…
And it’s a wrap! To be honest I have a love/hate relationship with the fair—as I am sure many mothers do. We can’t help it. The fair consumes our lives the week before, the week of, and the week after. When you break it down it is a week that goes like this: It’s dealing with very tired, dirty children for the 7-day duration, turning the show clothes…
The bandaid has been ripped off, the pain is gone! I can’t tell you how happy I am to be beginning again……
It’s a smell that most find disgusting … but yet I find welcoming. It brings me back to many years of good times, with some challenging times. Work and play, summer and winter. It represents chewing cuds and the milking parlor. It’s fresh, line-dried sheets on the bed, and song sparrows sitting in the sumac hedge. And people who don’t raise farm animals just won’t get it ……
When Margaret cheered in the office the other day upon receiving the digital copy of her professional cow photo, I went back in my mind. I couldn’t help but think of my days of showing and that professional photo that still sits on my bookshelf. Pictures are now sent digitally, and they have fancier coloring and touch ups. The cow genetics have exponentially gotten better, but the excitement…