Tuesday, August 20, 2019

Nearly every morning I get up between 5:30 and 6:00 a.m. and go to sit down in what we call the “front room”. Really it is a parlor or sitting room, in the traditional sense, but it’s in the front of the house, so “front room” it is. I spend time reading the Bible and…

Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Nearly every time I write or type “2019”, I get a little panicky. It reminds me of how short time is. It reminds me that it has been almost 20 years since my oldest child was born. Was it really 20 years ago that I sat in the lamaze class, wondering when Lilly would be…

Worn To Thin

I feel like we are constantly playing “catch up” with things to do on the farm. The rain this year didn’t help. Not realizing that we were going to sell produce at a market until February this year made us realize that we didn’t have the garden space prepped for such an endeavor. And spending…

Working With the Rain

I’ve worked our garden through droughts and dry spells. I’ve shaken my fist at giant rodents called deer who ate my entire garden down to nubs. (I still growl when I spot a deer. I don’t think they are cute, not in the least.) This is the first year that I’ve had a hard time…

A New Heritage

There are things that are a blight on my past; dark smudges that keep my memories from having a pristine quality. Some of these smudges were made by my own reactions, but reactions are caused by actions of others. A decade ago, I would have taken on full responsibility for both the actions and reactions,…

Chopping Onions

Chopping Onions I don’t know that I’ve ever met anyone who enjoys chopping onions.  It’s a little tedious.  They make your hands smell, and your eyes tear up.  For me, though, for many years, chopping onions brought anxiety. Back in 2009, we were in the process of leaving a church.  The pastor’s wife had a…

With Bated Breath…

Okay, so that’s dramatic.  Although, I have been keeping an eye on the 10-day forecast to see if the weather is going to be temperamental.  Last year, it was zero degrees mid-April and close to 90 a few weeks later.  We had practically NO Spring.  I like Spring.  I want one this year.  Please? Yesterday,…

The Way Things Were

When I was a child, I read and re-read all of Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books. I like how they all worked together to survive, from butchering to hunting to gathering. My own childhood had some of this in it. We were poor when I was really little. We had a wood stove for heating the…