As I walked through the field this evening, the cool breeze whispering through the poplar trees, the cotton falling gently at my feet, I couldn’t help but think of my man. Even my tennis shoes remind me of Merritt, because he bought them for me. I looked around at the familiar and truly picturesque scenes…
I had never watched a soldier fold a flag and hand it to a friend of my mother’s. I had never witnessed a 21-gun salute that moved me to tears. I had never heard Taps played for someone I knew. Until last Friday. Our friend Robert was promoted two weeks ago. Promoted from marching at…
I love Hallmark stores. The sea of cards, with the perfect one for the occasion hidden there somewhere, just waiting for me to find it. The beautiful journals and stationery in every style. The gorgeous frames I drool over (and that one time I talked them down to an excellent deal on a shelf/frame that…
Gene Stratton Porter’s books are like drink of clear spring water and a walk in the woods holding the hand of your beloved. I just started The Harvester last night, and couldn’t put it down until near midnight. The main character is much like the man I love. The themes of pure love, hard work,…
A John Deere tractor is plowing the field across the road. I wish it were another field, 488 miles away, with my farmer behind the wheel. Because right about now would be the perfect time to take him some hot cocoa and cookies. Then I’d ask for a ride so we could enjoy the sunset…
My recent bedtime reading has been The Clicking of Cuthbert by P.G. Wodehouse. When my Dear Friend loaned it to me, I reminded him with a laugh that I was not a golfer. But he reassured me that despite the golf themes, these short stories were highly amusing. And I have found them, true to…
I love children’s books. I just finished going through my latest GoodWill finds, replacing the price tag with a sticker that says “from the library of Gretchen Louise,” and added them to my bookshelves. A full bookshelf is one of the most beautiful things in the world. And even though my bookshelves are overflowing, I…
My friend sent me a charming little book written at the turn of the (last) century by a 10-year-old girl. O Ye Jigs & Juleps! is one of the most unique humorous pieces I’ve ever read. Virginia is a child simply stating facts as she observes them, and without trying to be funny she’s more…
Tonight I saw the simplest, yet most touching movie: “The Enchanted Cottage.” After reading about it on another blog, we ordered it on inter-library loan. In 1945 black and white, Robert Young and Dorothy McGuire act out the most beautiful story of true love. An ugly girl and a disfigured man. But he sees a…
“Half my heart is in Iraq.” The bumper sticker brought tears to my eyes the first time I saw it. And I took a moment to pray for that woman whose man was fighting to protect my freedom, and the freedom of those I love. Each time I see that bumper sticker, I am reminded…
Happy St. John Deere’s Day! Yes, I know, the rest of the world celebrates St. Patrick’s Day. And as a good Irish girl (with plenty of Scotch, Dutch, English, and German as well), I’ve been wearing green all week. (Considering that it’s my favorite color and makes up half my wardrobe, that wasn’t too hard.)…
Last night I spent an enjoyable evening watching “Mr. Deeds Goes to Town“. After working in town all day, it is nice to come home to the country, and then watch a movie about a refreshingly real small-town individual like Mr. Deeds. Gary Cooper has always been a close second to Jimmy Stewart as my…
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