It’s time for the fair! Once this hits your inbox, we will already be moving the cows in, shaking the flakes of hay out, and raking the alleyway for herdsmanship. Below is a piece I wrote years ago. It was prompted because one of the FFA leaders was looking for a garden gnome to complete their display at the fair. The request gave me pause to think and recollect…
I have been in a pickle this summer; Tyler Ziehm has been in a pickle too! My pickle: Too much work and not enough people to complete it. Juggling during the summer is hard. The kids are home, and everyone seems to be out playing! Without me! Yikes, not sure how I can get out of this one! But I will 🙂 Tyler Ziehm has been an…
It’s a right of passage… Going away to summer camp. This morning, Sam headed off to his first overnight camp, Camp Oswegatchie, New York’s summer FFA camp. I thought back to when I went to camp, all those years ago. Camp Nellie Huckins, a girl scout camp in northern NH. My cousin, Jess, and I went together. All winter long, we had looked forward to it. Planning our…
Last week I took a trip to Iowa to visit the Iowa Soybean Association. I introduced them to the concept of finding the best donut in Des Moines (Bethany and Lydia were very good sports), and they introduced me to 2 of their farmers and Iowa soybeans. The trip was about overseas markets and the economic environment here. We talked about fuel costs and fertilizer costs and the…
Dear Readers, It’s been a busy week! Lacrosse is in full swing, the leaves are about ready to burst out of their buds and I think, by the time you open this article on Monday morning, there will be lilacs ready to be picked. I do love this time of year, it’s so fresh. What I wanted to share this week, is just a little piece of a…
On Tuesday, November 5, 1985, my life and the way I think of goodbye changed, forever. Over the last few weeks, I have watched close people in my life suffer through losing people close to them. I have been affected. Loss is a trigger to reflect and go deep within yourself. And even though it may not be your loss, you can’t help but be affected watching people…
On this morning after prom, I am here to say that I think it’s much easier to be the mother of a boy during these occasions. Not nearly as stressful as what it is on the girl side. Mothers of boys spend their “day of” cleaning vehicles, reminding their boys to wash behind their ears, and then attach the boutonnière to their lapel. We give them a quick once…
Dear Readers, I am excited, and nervous today. Today is the day. The day that we are launching our Daily Dirt campaign which will help to fund our newest endeavor, the Daily Dirt. “Can you dig it?” The Daily Dirt “seed” was planted 7 years ago, in a humble office on the Main Street of Greenwich. As an off-the-cuff comment, it came from Brittany about the need for…
Dear Delta, I just wanted to thank you for the mind-numbing experience you gave me during my flight last week. How thankful I was that you placed screens on the back of every seat. I was able to view 14 different things at once as I looked on either side and to the rows ahead of me. Watching all of those different screens certainly helped to free my…
Once a day, once a week, or once a month. It’s an event to be marked, especially when performed with family members. Moving animals. Reading the moods ahead of time doesn’t seem to matter, as you know, dispositions are likely to change on a dime. It is nearly impossible to anticipate all of the loopholes that an animal or herd of animals will find. Some days it’s like…
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