If you farm, you have faith. We have faith that the rain will spill over from the clouds when it’s dry. And understand Mother Nature is on her time, not our time. Faith. Farmers have faith that the baby calf is going to live. Praying that the sparkle comes back to her eyes, her coat shines again, and she jumps up at feeding time. If the calf takes…
A few weeks ago, the kids and I were driving home when we passed by an old abandoned dairy barn that was clearly a showstopper back in the day. You know the type I am talking about. Red barn, small square, white trimmed windows, and a milk house attached on the front with a neatly painted white door. I sighed and said something to them about how I…
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 ……
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