Friday, November 27, 2015

Just this past week, a friend and I got to talking about how certain traditions have been handed down, some by family, others through the law of life's essentials.

Summertime memories of being a kid on the farm.

To family we are born.

It has proven to be true: you can take the country boy off of the farm, but you can’t sweep the country off the boy.

It was a pretty drive through farm country to attend Horse Progress Days in Mount Hope on a beautifully sunny Fourth of July. The quiet...

Farming can get in a family's blood early on.

There was a big family who had just moved in to our community, and one day in class I noticed the hole in the new boy’s shirt.

Life, it has been said, is a series of dress rehearsals. If you keep working on it, one day you will be ready for...

“Dogs are our link to paradise. They don’t know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring — it was peace.”

It made me stand up a little taller when my dad said to me one morning in the milking parlor, “I just couldn’t farm without you. You do good work.”