I multi task. I used to do that much better. Now. I am often distracted. Yet, here I am. Sauteing the Garlic and onions. They sizzle and pop. I stir another pot filled with savory chicken and rice soup. The kitchen warmth radiates on this cold morning. The day is expected to get warmer. A break from the brutal wind and harsh cold of this winter. We're knee deep in taxes. The farmhouse table oozing with files and statements. I dislike this month. Even though it is the shortest. For some reason it seems to crawl at a snails pace. Winter clutches with vengeance. The sun remains ... View Post
Papa Projects, Day #25 of Thankfulness
Papa projects. They're the best kind. She comes to him needing batteries. The youngest farmette. The Christmas bears won't sing. With good reason. I've had them for over 20 years. They're singing careers over. Not that I've minded. The 12 Days of Christmas on repeat certainly tried my patience. Each child sat with those bears and held them and played with them. Now the youngest farmette has discovered them and wants Papa to make them work. He finds new batteries and. . . nothing. They still wouldn't work. Much to my relief, I walk away thinking the bears will go back to the ... View Post
30 Days of Thankfulness, Day #7, A Cold Bedroom
While last night was anything from cold, this post from 5 years ago is still so true. Looking back is so important. Knowing where you have been reminds us of the power of God to carry us through. Posting again from the Archives today. From 11/07/13. Theses words are still so true. The more we surrender the more God is able to fill our weary souls. This journey is not about me. It is all about Him. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Posting from the archives ... View Post
It’s So Dry
It's so dry. It rained last night. . . finally. . . and it's still so dry. Spots that are crunchy when you walk. Brown, where there should be green. Dry river banks where there should be water. And I can feel the fear trying to creep in. We're known as the "Green Mountain" State. Yet, in some areas, the green is hard to see. Today, as I walk this farm I am discouraged. Being without a barn all last winter caused us many difficult issues with the cows. Teat ends that froze, now oozing mastitis. Volatile Somatic Cell Counts, PI Counts. . . Heifers that are smaller than ... View Post
A Visit From Your Son’s Friend
When your son's friend stops over for a visit, it may leave you undone. It might also make your heart swell with remembering. The Thursday before Mother's Day he comes to the door. I didn't know he was in town and he stopped over. My mama's heart weeps. I weep that both his mama and our oldest farm boy call heaven their home. Both missed so deeply. Both gone way too soon. There was much for them both to do and say. Now. They know what we only see dimly. I Corinthians 13:12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I ... 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
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