I wake with a start. The pressure strange. I struggle to my feet. The waters of life stir. It's time. I call the hospital. I call my mother in law. My farmer wakes as the alarm rings. His normal waking hour. I let him know it's time. This child already in tune with the milking schedule. With 3 sleeping children in the house, we head toward life. It is quick. We barely make it to the hospital before the final pushes. Fast and furious. He arrives. A surprise. We always ... View Post
The Farm Boy Left Behind
He loves to be out doors. Always has. He'd cry when the farmer was heading out. We'd strategize how long he could stay outside. When his nap should be. Often it was taken with a grease rag pillow; somewhere in the tractor. Wanting to be with his father. Longing to be close to the earth. Now he races tracks on this land. He tills and toils and lifts and creates, Jumps and turns. It exhausts him. He pushes his muscles and expends the relentless energy. So committed. Yet, still so ... View Post
