The thing I love about aprons is that they are so practical. I mean, what is an apron for, but to get soiled—and in so doing protect what you’re wearing underneath? “Go and make yourself tidy. Your hands are dirty, your apron soiled, and your hair looks as if it hadn’t been combed for a…
Everything I love about summer is everything that makes me long for autumn days turning to winter. The long sunny days. The warm nights. The crickets chirping peacefully in the evenings after the little ones have gone to bed. But the long hours of daylight mean so much work to be done in our short…
It’s making plans. It’s writing lists. Ordering seeds, ordering supplies. (Ordering a tractor, too. After selling another one, mind you.) More to-do’s. More plans. Events. Promotions. Brochures. It’s January on the farm. And it’s enough to overwhelm anyone. I’m not ready for summer. I’m so not ready for summer. “But it’s only January,” my husband…
The windows open all afternoon. Spring breezes freshening up the rooms that winter kept stuffy too long. The sound of the chainsaw, as my husband cuts brush along the ditch. The smell of sawdust and chainsaw oil brings back memories—my husband smells just the way my logger daddy always did when he came home from…
Here on the farm, we don’t just wear green on March 17: we wear John Deere green. In fact, we celebrated a day early by stopping at a John Deere dealership on the way home from my parents’ yesterday. And as extra protection against getting pulled over, we carried the base of a John Deere…
Merritt came home Saturday afternoon and announced that he’d found the missing stocking cap. We’re always losing hats, gloves, coats–they get left one place or another, and eventually make it back home to the laundry basket. So while this may not sound like such an unusual find, let me share with you the history of…
It’s night night time on the farm. Everyone’s fed and tucked in for the night… The hens are roosting in the Chick Inn. The baby pullets have their night time ration of food, their heat lamp is plugged in, and their apple bin is covered up snugly against the cold wind. I even fed Ooffy,…
I guess I’m a real farm girl now. I have baby chicks in my kitchen. Their adorable little peeps fill up our house. Ruthie loves to watch them. (Just wait until next year…!) But they get a little worried when she cries. We went to the feed store yesterday morning to see about ordering the…
I love my down-to-earth farmer husband. He helps me see the Father’s hand in everyday things. He puts God’s truths in simple terms that I understand. When it snows at our house, I get excited. Merritt knows it means he has to plow the driveway, so he doesn’t quite share my excitement. But he still…
I can’t show anyone my beautiful ring without telling the story of how God provided it…When Merritt visited over New Year’s, we talked seriously to my parents about getting married sooner than later. There was no question that we were meant for each other, it was just the timing. And, a big factor in the…
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…
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