I heard the furnace hum the other night as the wind blew us in the door after chores, and all I could think was how great squash soup would taste. I might have the only 6-year-old who craves squash …
Labor Day weekend marked our first foray into the cattle showing world.
Happy June Dairy Month. It should surprise none of you who have read this rambling column before that I have a slight obsession with books.
Temperatures this week may trick us into thinking we skipped over spring in favor of the heat of summer. The calendar, however, tells us differently.
A woman’s strength is there when She walks back through the barn door After one of her beloved bovines has Done the unthinkable, then stomped once more She shines on A woman’s strength is …
For those longtime readers of my rambling columns, you will perhaps recall all of the joy surrounding the book Craig and Fred five years ago
Before I get to rambling on like usual, let me define doula for those of you who are new to this term.
A few months back I got a new, cool gig Middle School Battle Books coach Oh boy, this gig was big! We planned our attack To read 20 books on the list Bailey, Stella, Megan, Oliver – the team …
Mud season is here.
“Ain’t it funny how a melody can bring back a memory/ Take you to another place in time/ Completely change your state of mind, ” Clint Black, “State of Mind.”
Last week, as the temperatures plummeted again, we told ourselves to look forward to Saturday when the mercury would climb.
“It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all,” said Laura Ingalls Wilder.
I’m a professional Is what we say Around the farm, doing this and that Carrying on our way
For the first time in years, we will truly have a white Christmas in our neck of the woods.
As Da Yoopers belch along in their classic deer hunting song, “The second week of deer camp is my favorite time of year.”
All right, someone has to say it. It’s cold.
“After a few moments, I set aside the quilt and picked up the poetry book Miss Foster had given me, losing myself in the pages. Books’ll save you, my troubled heart knew.”
I spy with my little eye. Most of us are familiar with the game designed to entertain children on long car rides or to simply pass the time as you try to keep their squirming under control.
I turned the calendar this morning to October. How did that happen? The leaves are turning their brilliant array of colors.
I am aware that the general public has already moved on to the pumpkin-flavored craze that happens this time of year, but here at the farm, I’m into the apples.