A whole row of them. The number as high as 18. Calves. It's that time. They're not in their pens yet. We still need to build them. There's so much to be done. Each calf needs a bottle. 18 of them. 2 bottles a piece. We love to have helpers on the farm. We've had a lot of them lately. We're so short on help. So, I pitch in. (Sometimes I think they wish I would stay home. I can be a little needy.) It was hot and I was sweaty. The flies hovering and biting my ankles. That's the day I choose to feed calves. But it was beautiful too. That farm boy came out to ... View Post
To Hold the Moment
The petals danced in the wind. Pale, pink blossoms showering the yard. Spinning, whirling. Images of Anne of Green Gables The White Way of Delight flutter through my mind. Delightful visions. This tree. This moment. I want to hold it. The beauty. To behold. If we choose. I may have missed the significance; closed my eyes to what needed to be seen. We dash through life. Event to event. Attempts to numb pain. Create a rush. Rare do we pause; until moments like this; create ... View Post
Just Because. . .
Just because; The sun has been shining for a few days. And it's warm. Just because. . . I am still in awe of the beauty of this place. And it still takes my breath away. Just because. . . . I can. . . Post tons of pictures. Because I love pictures. (though my beautiful niece took this one) Just because. . . These pictures remind me of God's faithfulness. And that sometimes. . . I just need to Praise God. . . In everything. . . Even when it is hard. Even when the hurt is deep. Just because. . . ... View Post
What Our Sick Souls Need
She's sick in the night. The 5th to succumb to this stomach bug that is making it's way through the family. The birthday girl. Sick. Physically. Weak and in need. I have been up for long hours each night. It's been years since we've had a stomach bug. Now the youngest. Aren't we all sick? Spiritually sick? Our bodies inching towards death each day? Our weary souls sick with sin? The deep dark place. In need of redemption. Cleansing. A daily walk to the cross. Being washed anew. Psalm ... View Post
How Far Can Your Love Reach?
Water spews from the line. Like a geyser. A hole. Probably the size of a pin. Undetectable. Unless water flows. The droplets cascading in an arc. Grass glistening. I stare at the beauty. I haven't traveled. My Old Faithful is this phenomenon on the flats. The water line that brings nourishment to our girls. A necessity to make milk. Some girls drinking close to 40 gallons a day. So much work. Yet so much beauty. I pull myself from the daze. I want to always see the beauty around. I ... View Post
Turning Monday Around
I start complaining before I open my eyes. The birds are so loud. My shoulder hurts. It's burning. I need Advil. I need coffee. I need the Ancient Word. But that means I have to get up. I am so bone weary tired. I need coffee; (I think I have already mentioned that) which I didn't prepare like I usually do. Because I was so tired. I just want to sleep in; have no agenda for the day. No cows, calves to feed, milking, haying, laundry, book work, rides, school, schedules. I roll over. I usually wake ... View Post
