So there’s a story behind this note. I was trying to mow lawn and found out the battery connections needed to be cleaned and repaired. Steve was helping me this time. As I scrubbed the connections with a wire brush, I quickly grew frustrated with the quality of said brush. Half the spiny bristles we missing.… More He loves me
And so it begins. Harvest 2015 was just getting started when I returned home from work this afternnon. Onward with a husband that gets a little frazzled and anxious and me that has to reign him in every once in a while. It’s an exciting time of year.
On my way into the house, I stopped in the calving barn and found two animals in labor! Yay!
Just another day of wrapping bales. This is our fifth cutting this summer. It’s been a great year for alfalfa in our area of Southern Minnesota.
Although this type of breakdown pales in comparison to my mental break down, I wanted to share. I’m sure the operator of this sweet-corn picker is just as frustrated as you or I would be. According to farmer-husband Steve, this is probably the first field of this delicious crop to be picked. It really is delish;… More Everyone has breakdowns
Observing many gorgeous fields of wheat by Cliterall Lake in Northern Minnesota was a boost for my family. It has been years since we have seen amazingly green and growing crops in this area on our annual, week-long, lake-cabin vacation. Just days after our departure, violent weather passed through this area. I am sure the… More Healing, vacation renews a person’s soul
A person knows when he or she hosts an even and you sit back and realize it was a bit disappointing because you didn’t get to talk to everyone that was in attendance. Such was the case last night. Steve, Joey, Russell and I hosted Family Night on the Dairy Farm from 5 p,m, to… More SUCCESS!
I know, I know. I should be grateful I have a lower right leg. I should also remember that it has only been two full weeks and when you get to be my age, it takes time to heal. Apparently, a lot of time. I can now hobble around the house without the use of… More Being injured kind of stinks
It is with much hesitation that I start getting back to work, after injuring my leg more than 10 days ago. Don’t get me wrong, I am MORE THAN ready to get back on the wagon. Before my big four-wheeler snafu, I was averaging 6 miles of walking per day. To spend all day, every day… More Being waited on is coming to an end
I’m not one to dish out life lessons in a matter-for-fact statement. Because Steve and I are the parents of two adult sons, I would say something like, “Not wearing a helmet is a bit selfish. Think of the people who love you.” Then, I let the adult children make their own decision. Today, I… More I’m not a youngster any more; injuries happen