originally published on YLCF

I miss my farmer

I just glanced out the window to see a boy I once knew driving past on an old tractor. Was it just in my mind’s eye, or was he really wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt just like my farmer’s Carharrt one? Did I see that same contented little boy look of a man driving a…

John Deere Green

I’m celebrating John Deere Day by drinking Gypsy Cold Care tea and consuming Fishermen’s Friend cough drops. With spring just around the corner, I guess it’s the time to get a cold. So I’m staying warm under my down comforter, and about to delve back into E.M. Forester’s A Room with a View (a duplicate…

Words and Paper

If one measure’s one’s accomplishments by the amount you have thrown away, I got a fair amount done today. However, I could hardly get through one box of paper in two hours, while a few weeks ago my cousin and I packed more than a dozen boxes in a matter of hours. The sorting process…

Love

My Valentine

Ten years ago this September, I met a little boy in Yellowstone National Park. Our families became friends. We became friends. Six years ago, he started writing me letters. Last year, he asked my daddy for permission to court me. And on Valentine’s Day, he gave me a ring. That little boy is my man,…

Solitaire Blues

It’s that time of year when I always used to catch a bad case of the “Solitaire Blues.” I wrote the below in 2002. But little did I know I only had one more blue Valentine’s Day–the past two have been colored with sweet cards and phone calls. And this year, I’ve already received several…

Three Little Words

“I Love You.” Three little words, with only eight letters between them. Sometimes they seem so inadequate, don’t they? And yet, two years ago today, those three little words changed everything for me. My man whispered, “I do love you, very much,” and I was the happiest girl in the world. Our love has only…

Going Home

A week ago yesterday, two men named Richard went Home to Heaven.Richard “Everett” was 86, and went Home after a long bout with Parkinson’s. Uncle Dick was only 56, when a wreck on the drive home from work took him Home forever. When Everett could still come to church, I remember going over to ask…

Mail on Tuesday

My man and I have the postal delivery times down to a science. If I mail a letter today, he will get it day after tomorrow. If I mail a letter on a Friday, he will get it Monday. If I mail a letter before the noon pickup on Saturday, it will arrive at his…

The End.

The End.