If my wife and I have trouble connecting with the people growing our food, I can only imagine the struggles others face.
For the past few weeks my husband and I have been planting little messages into our conversations with our kiddos to begin building excitement for the new school year.
If crime or anything else is happening in your neighborhood, someone knows about it, and they will probably tell you about it. Unless they don’t know you.
While we should reflect on our accomplishments and what we have achieved over the last 100 years, this is also the time to look toward the next 100.
While I enjoy the occasional challenge posed by fishing reservoirs, lakes and rivers, there’s nothing quite like fishing a well-stocked farm pond.
Historically, our wheat harvest generally wraps up around the start of another season: Vacation Bible School.
As I watched combines roll through our wheat fields, my anticipation faded with the recognition that harvest would continue through the Fourth, and we would have to cancel our trip to Wisconsin.
We all get down at times, I know I did this winter. We had wave after wave of bad weather; it never let us catch a breath.
W e always use past events and people to give context to current experiences. Every so often the terminology changes as there become fewer people who lived through an event.
We’re beginning to bake massive batches of cookies and other goodies that will sustain our wheat crew once it’s time to harvest the grain.