Farming

Jump

It feels like we’re jumping into the busy season with both feet. All except for Mom–she’s not doing anything with both feet at the moment. My mother-in-law broke her ankle on Tuesday. And her fall threw us all into a bit of confusion, as we rearrange schedules and plan for a summer without the help…

rain

I listened to it as I fell asleep last night.  And each time I woke up, it was still coming down. The gentle thud of each drop on the rooftop was music to my ears, lulling the little ones to sleep, helping my farmer hubby rest a bit more easily. The girls had cried on…

Papa’s Barn
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Papa’s Barn

My maternal grandfather’s birthday is today.  It seemed a fitting time to share this piece I wrote ten years ago for a college writing class.  Happy Birthday, Papa!  Thanks for your example and all the memories. I love you. Stepping lightly over the hot wire fence alongside my cousin Melissa, I recall the day not…

planting miracles

Last week, I planted miracles in the ground.  Racing the coming thunderstorm, I spaded the earth and pushed them into the holes.  With one eye on the lightning streaking through the black clouds, I covered them quickly, knowing the rain would soon do the rest. Little bits of dried up nothing.  Barely a wilted green…

farmer time

I’m a farmer’s wife.  Our days are anything but predictable.  He might be home at 11:45 a.m. ready for lunch.  But some days, it’s 3 p.m. And when I have dinner ready early, he’s late and unable to call.  When I assume he won’t be home until 15 or 20 minutes until after he could…

The End.

The End.