“It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all,” said Laura Ingalls Wilder.
I’m a professional Is what we say Around the farm, doing this and that Carrying on our way
For the first time in years, we will truly have a white Christmas in our neck of the woods.
As Da Yoopers belch along in their classic deer hunting song, “The second week of deer camp is my favorite time of year.”
“After a few moments, I set aside the quilt and picked up the poetry book Miss Foster had given me, losing myself in the pages. Books’ll save you, my troubled heart knew.”
I spy with my little eye. Most of us are familiar with the game designed to entertain children on long car rides or to simply pass the time as you try to keep their squirming under control.
I turned the calendar this morning to October. How did that happen? The leaves are turning their brilliant array of colors.
I am aware that the general public has already moved on to the pumpkin-flavored craze that happens this time of year, but here at the farm, I’m into the apples.
Too many times We pass each other by In a rush, we say, “Oh, how are you?” “Well, hello there,” we quickly reply
After the incredulous looks some people give me upon hearing that I feed the harvesting crew and that every meal has to be to-go, I get asked what exactly it is I feed them.
Here we are more than halfway through summer, and as always, it seems to have flown by far too fast.
About a month ago, we took a little jaunt across the state to Wisconsin Farm Technology Days. The event was known as Farm Progress Days, and though the name has changed, much of the main purpose remains.
From my middle school years on, and perhaps earlier, I have had a pretty close relationship with our cows.
I love rhubarb. Plain and simple. I will use it in the majority of all baked goods for the next month or so.
People use the phrase, “Hot mess,” to describe many situations, but rarely is it used in the literal sense. We had a literal hot mess on our hands two weeks ago here on the ridge. Our machine/commodity shed went up in flames.
The roller coaster ride that is my life Will not let me off just yet. I have searched for an opportunity On that you can bet.
When I plan Easter dinner, I know I must include Jell-O with bananas on the menu. A spring movie in my head begins playing on repeat and keeps adding more and more forgotten memories as the season goes on.