Saturday, November 2, 2024

There is just nothing like a mid-winter party to lift the spirits. Yesterday, our home was filled with lots of great kids and the wonderful laughter and fun that comes along with a gathering.

When I was somewhere around 10, if you had asked me to describe the milk inspector who paid surprise visits to our family dairy farm, I know, at least in part, what I would have told you.

For farm families, spring cleaning takes on an entirely different meaning than it does for most people.

Many things in life require more tenacity than most humans want to conjure, from sunup to sundown, day in and day out.

Necessity is the mother of invention. No one knows that more than the American farmer. One day recently, my son put on an old pair of his dad's coveralls and was frustrated when he realized one of the lower leg zippers was broken, leaving the leg flapping open in the breeze.

How does one define a life well lived? There are many people who would base this answer on the amount of money one has in the bank, or the vehicles parked in the garage or the number of vacations a fellow can afford in a year.

My recent column about snow days prompted a few comments from friends and readers, almost all saying snow days were meant for sledding.

Last night, I did some serious farming. Santa Claus had brought me a silo filled with farm animals and fencing and it had not yet been opened.

One of the great advantages of growing up on a large farm is the thrill of being surrounded by all of God's creatures.

I couldn't help but laugh one day last week when a high school girl told me she was praying for a snow day just in time for semester exams.