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Chick, Chick, Here

Chick, Chick here! Chick, Chick there!!     There are chicks everywhere! We ordered chicks in our usual way and received a surprise when they were delivered!!!! Not only did we receive our box! But someone else's from Wasilla Alaska!!! I was so confused and overwhelmed at first! There were 3 of us trying to divide up the chicks! We couldn't tell them apart! There were SO MANY! Finally hours later when it dawned on me that we have WAY TOO MANY CHICKS! I noticed on the inside label that my name was NOT on that box! So, the short of it is that we have SO MANY ... View Post

It Snowed. . . Again

It snowed. . .Again. Big fluffy flakes that stuck to the ground. The problem is, is it's April. The end of April-not the beginning. I'd prefer sunshine and warmth. I long to see Spring flowers and buds on the trees. This weather is down right frustrating. Yet no matter where I turn it's beautiful.  A clean, white covering. This kind of snow is different. It doesn't last long. Birds carry on their chatter as if to protest the event. Water drips from everywhere. It's too warm to make icicles. I marvel at it all. A fresh new start. No foot prints. . . yet. Clean. Our lives ... View Post

I Step Out on the Porch

I step out on the porch. Winter has begun to release it's hold. I hang the laundry. Piece by piece. I breathe in; longing for Spring. The sky is overcast. The 3 days of sunshine earlier this week were tempting us with it's warmth. I feel heavy today.  It's been a fun week. I should feel elated and rested. The kids have been home and their schedules very relaxed. I continue to hang laundry. I  hear sirens sounds; louder and louder. I pray. I think about my first born. I breathe in sharply. I must have subconsciously heard those sirens that night.  I want to weep. I look at ... View Post

The Words Have Not Flowed

The words have not flowed. I struggle to quiet myself long enough to write. So much has been happening. I delve into the Psalms and scripture longing to string thoughts together. Nothing comes. The pages remain blank. There was a starkness in my heart as the Winter progressed. The snow fell. Temperatures fell well below zero. Many days our boiler was out. We didn't have enough wood. I was cold. Our toilet stopped flushing and we have had to bucket flush for months. Milk prices continued to fall. The bank would not lend us any more money to finish the barn. Months had passed ... View Post

Choosing to Remember; Half a Century

Today, I remember. Here it is. I am half a century old today. When I turned 45 I lost my mother, my son, farmer was diagnosed with cancer and we lost a nephew.   Here I am 5, years later.  I really can not count for these 5 years. I mark them by, a year since mom died; 2  years since Elijah's been gone. Now it will be 5 years. I also mark time by counting God's faithfulness: Remember when our wood sheds were filled for the entire winter, and then my farmer was diagnosed with cancer? Remember when the ache of missing was so great and someone sent us away overnight. Remember when the ... View Post

Small Town Living – Community

Small town living.  Community.  A fun reminder today of the uniqueness of this place we call home. The sun shone brightly. The temperatures tipped the scale at 34! The wind ceased it's assault and for moments it felt warm. I hung my sheets to dry. The change isn't here yet. But soon. Very soon the wind will shift and bring the warmer air. Some brave birds have taken up their chorus of welcome I head to the local market. Still fairly new, I marvel at how quickly I can get there. I drop the farm girls off at the Middle School, and head over to the store. I think of the years this ... View Post