During the early part of the summer my stove stopped working. No stove. That's right. I woke up in the morning and my stove ceased working. I had paid extra for some frozen Mirabelle's croissants. We were going to indulge in the yummy treat! (You should try them! Soooo good) I opened the oven to check on the progress and I was horrified! I checked the temperature of the stove, I doubled checked. I could tell just from opening the oven door that something was amiss. Little did I know. I though this was judgement for the splurge on Mirabelle's croissants. I really didn't need ... View Post
All You Need Is Hot Coffee And A Visit
The Sky was heavy with clouds. Hurricane Irma was predicted to make land fall in the next couple of days in the Southern part of our country. My heart was as heavy as the clouds in the sky. Even the steaming cup of coffee couldn't break through the heaviness. Grief was encamped in my soul. It slithered and snuck up when least expected. A headache gripped my being. I sat at the farmhouse table wrestling with the check book. My phone rang; a blocked caller. I declined the call. My farmer and son had come in to get out of the chill. I offered them little in comfort. A stove that ... View Post
A Time of Refreshing
The summer sky is unpredictable these days. The angry heavens pour down their wrath day after day. Haying is nearly impossible. Fields; sodden. Water gathers in the basement and swirls in the river. Yesterday and today there is a break in the pattern. The sun shines. Humidity; flees. We withdraw to our Happy place. Sun reflects off the fast, flowing river. The wind rustles the branches of the stately willow. This. This moment in time is refreshing. I try to hold on. I memorize the sounds and the feeling.| The youngest crawls onto my lap. She curls tightly in a ... View Post
It’s Just a Lacrosse Net. Really.
It's just a Lacrosse net. Really. 12 years of a net. Here in the yard. Evenings of tossing, throwing, yelling, fighting. . . . A game introduced to us by the oldest farm girls High School flame. A man now -whom we love and adore. He brought Lacrosse to our family. He purchased tiny lacrosse sticks and tossed balls with those two farm boys. A love grew. Both boys played. So did the college girl. The High School flame brought over his net when he was finished with his High School lacrosse career. Such a great gift! That oldest farm boy bought a new net. He ... View Post
He Turns 18 Today
He came fast. A whirlwind. Right at milking time. The alarm went off when I had my first contraction. He somehow knew, his entrance must be quick. After the other two. . . this was a relief. 3:00 am first contraction. 4:19 am we meet face to face. I enjoyed every minute. He was so easy. Happy. Caught right on to nursing. Took him everywhere. Born on a Friday morning; Went with me to school on Monday. Always busy. Finding something to build or tear apart. The world was his playground. His imagination; limitless. He now turns the age his brother never knew. So ... View Post
We Miss, Because We Had Something to Miss
It's been 5 Mother's Days since I've celebrated with my mom. 4 since my son left this earth so suddenly. Both leave an opening. An ache. My brothers and I have been going through photos. Photos that have made us laugh. Say, "what?" And some that have nearly brought me to my knees. Our family pictures are forever changed and events and gatherings always include missing. I'm grateful for the missing though. We had something worth missing. Something so great, that when it's not there, it's missed. I can't change the events of my sons passing. Oh, how I would love to. I ... View Post
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