Sunday, July 23, 2017

The thunder roared in the middle of the night, and suddenly I was wide awake. It wasn't the storm that brought me up out of bed, but my son's sweet dog, Spanky.

Yesterday, as I was driving to buy groceries and fill up the gas tank on my car, I couldn't help but notice the bumper sticker on the pick-up truck ahead of me.

My son, the country boy, is suddenly a city boy. Plucked from our farm situated near a tiny town, he is now in a city that seems to never sleep.

It's a good thing we humans don't get to run the weather or we would be living on one mighty, mixed-up planet.

"Until that time, he hadn't given money much thought. They'd never had much, but neither had anyone else they knew.

There is concern, and rightfully so, among many on today's farms as outside influences converge to voice opinions on everything from long-standing ag business practices to animal treatment.

As I sat talking with a couple of friends one day last week, the subject of prisoners and prison life came up, somehow connected to all the media hype over poor little rich girl, Paris Hilton.

When my children were still quite young, one of our favorite episodes of Winnie The Pooh was the story of Cassie, the baby owl, growing old enough to take flight for the very first time.

Part II Though my father never knew his great-grandfather Samuel Young, he was fortunate to spend a great deal of time with his own grandfather, Samuel's son.

Part I How does one go about explaining a connection to the land? It has seemed impossible for me to explain why I care about the land on which my father was born and raised.
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