“Oofy saved my life.” It took a few repetitions before we understood what our almost-three-year-old was telling us. Oofy the cat (named, like all our felines, for a P.G. Wodehouse character)had saved her life. “How did Oofy save your life?” “He ate the gopher.” At this point we all burst into laughter because as far…
We have so much more than enough. I sort the outgrown clothes into overflowing bins. I stack the boxes of books for upcoming school years. We can the extra tomatoes so we’ll still have enough this winter. We are blessed in abundance. We have oh so much more than enough for the five of us….
There’s something about a visit from my grandparents that puts my life back into perspective. When they look at my young daughter, they see me at that age. When my husband talks to my grandma, he hears me. My son, just learning to walk, is delighted to try out great grandpa’s cane. And sitting there…
On the farm, the fourth of July means farmer’s market and baling the grass hay. It means chopping up cabbage for pico de gallo salsa while listening to YouTube playlists of patriotic Country music (since the radio wasn’t playing enough of the good ones). It means a bring-your-own-beef barbecue with a few friends after the…
Dearest, Ten years ago today, we walked down the aisle together for the first time. I’ll never forget the way you looked at me, standing there across the stage at your sister’s wedding. Thick as the emotions were, there was no way I could help that big smile from flooding my face as we walked…
Dear Ruth and Mary, You may be farmer’s daughters, but you’re still little girls. And when the rain came yesterday afternoon, you shouted, “Yay! Rain for Daddy’s fields!” You are always ready to welcome everything as a gift. Even if it’s rain on Daddy’s hay that was almost dry enough to bale. I stopped your…
If I had all afternoon, I’d get that box of letters down and find it. The alfalfa would probably fall out of the envelope, just as it did that first time I opened it. And I’d get lost in re-reading his letters… I think it was the spring before we got married. My farmer sent…
Dearest, We always said we’d learn to dance when we got married. But first there was a broken leg to prevent it, then there was always a baby belly or a baby in the way. We keep saying we’ll take dancing lessons when they’re older, laughing that by the time we get around to it…
I left a webinar today that was filled almost to capacity. The beginning didn’t grab me, but I waited and listened. I had learned a lot in another webinar of similar format, so I wanted to give this a chance. Common blogging pitfalls, converting readers to subscribers, not having to create too much content—these topics…
I’m not sure if it’s because God’s creation speaks so much of Him, or if it’s that the only time my mind and heart are quiet is when I’m out of doors, but my herb garden always has a life lesson for me. Last week, with the scent of rain fresh in the air, I…
Dear Daddy, I never thought I’d marry a man like my daddy. We were too much alike, you and me. Clashing more often because of our similarities than because of anything other than just me being an emotional teenage girl. But every year that passes, I see more and more resemblance between you and the…
The buttercups grew alongside it The cows’ hooves had beaten down the grass so long it had given up growing in the path. Creatures of habit, always taking the same exact steps each time. I grew up wandering the cow paths on my Papa’s ranch. I spent hours reading the stories that were written as…
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