Growing up on a livestock farm gives farm kids a unique look at the life cycle. I grew up on a hog farm and my parents still have cattle today. From conception to death, my sister, brother and I saw it all and saw it at a very young age. I don't remember any of this being explained in the context of God or religion, however. Instead, this is just what happened on the farm, and our place in the ...
30 Days of Farm Girl Faith
So begins another 30 day blogging challenge to which I am committing at the last minute of the first day to do so. Here’s hoping something close to 30 posts actually happen. ...
Field Meals: The Real Story
Behind every field meal post lies this . . . . . . the aftermath of hasty meal preparations. Too often, real life gets lost in newsfeeds laden with pretty pictures of the end results of craft projects, meals, garden plantings. It is easy to envision the perfectly organized space in which the poster works and the easy pace at which he or she must work. ...
Field Meals: Family Style
We are a week or so from finishing harvest and the fatigue of the task is beginning to show -- in My Farmer, in our equipment (breakdowns galore yesterday), in the kids ("When will Dad ever come home?!"), in my kitchen and my complete lack of creativity in meal planning. ...
Field Meals: Finger Food
Last week, my farm boy came home from running the fertilizer buggy and lamented how hard it was to eat while bouncing through the field. I advised him of the obvious. "Stop and eat." He insisted 'wasting' a few minutes eating would determine whether he finished the field before I'd call him in for the night. ...
Field Meals: Picnic Fare
One of my favorite wedding gifts was a picnic basket. Lined with pretty gingham fabric, stocked with plates, silverware and wine glasses, I pictured it carrying surprise, romantic meals out to My Farmer working late in the field. Ahhh . . . the ideal dreams of a new bride. ...
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