It’s been said that ice cream has a vocabulary all its own. If words or phrases have any link to ice cream, most ears will prick up at the sound of them.
Camping experiences can range from lighthearted kids’ summer camp like scout camp or church camp to the toughest, most dismal prospects of military camp.
With not one entry sent in, my Prom On a $50 Budget contest bombed. Maybe the Farm and Dairy prizes I promised weren’t enough incentive to take the trouble, or, maybe no one wanted to admit they spent so little on their prom.
No, our Father’s Day holiday was not invented by Hallmark cards. The special dad’s day holiday should probably be credited to Mrs.
I telephoned. “I’ll be out to get some more flowers … No Dad, I don’t need any of the yellow old-fashioned roses or purple iris,” I explained, “I just need to get some more tiny violets.
This spring at our house, we’ve sampled a couple packages of shipped-in strawberries. They garnish a pretty plate, aren’t bad on cereal , but we’re still waiting for strawberries fresh from our local patches.
Memorial Day marks the beginning of our summer season. It was established in 1868 to commemorate the dead from the Civil War.
I answered the loud knock with a “C-o-m-i-n-g!”, and opened my kitchen door to find my neighbor Lee beaming as he presented me with a carton of beautiful brown eggs.
Most moms are not as sensational as those who live on Wisteria Lane (Desperate Housewives), but many moms feel a bit desperate occasionally.
One thing everyone in my family agrees on — we do love eating greens. I have always been partial to Swiss chard.
Coverage of the tragic massacre at Virginia Tech will be, by today’s standards, old news when this issue of Farm and Dairy comes out, but I’m motivated to write about little else when concern about the incident is so great.
I don’t need to make a case for reading here. Since you’re reading this paper, obviously, you’re a reader.
Libraries have always been a home away from home for me. Whether I stood beside the “stacks” (bookshelves) or in a privileged place behind the desk, I sensed at an early age the quiet, potential “wealth” around me.
How to Eat a Poem Don’t be polite. Bite in. Pick it up with your fingers and lick the juice that may run down your chin.
Perhaps more of us than ever before are aware of the importance of what we eat, while at the same time, more temptations that aren’t so good for us surround us and sway us to indulge in the wrong foods.
I’m in the thrift shop business as one of my part-time jobs, so I’m always interested and amazed at the attractive attire a person can find by shopping at second-hand stores.
One would think that amid the tumultuous clutter my family saves, we could find needed materials when school projects roll around.
As for March weather, we should expect the unexpected. When I drive to Salem to the Farm and Dairy offices, I look forward to the sign at Mason’s Steak House which cheerfully states that there are less than 20 days till spring.
I enjoy keeping an eye on fashion. Not that I dress so well, but I’ve always been fascinated by handbags and, impervious to my husband’s dismay at my overflowing boxes of footwear, I feel there’s definitely a certain shoe that completes the look of every outfit.
I chipped away at the iciest windshield I’d seen in a long time – maybe ever. I wished Kathie’s play practice had been canceled like so many other events, but I started the van an hour before we needed to leave just to make sure it would be clear of thick snow piled over a layer of sleet that had iced over the first layer of snow.