Dusty Roads to the Heart

My dear Sweethearts, The whole reason for my blog is to make a book for you to read someday.  A book full of memories from Grandpa and Grandma's farm.  A book full of growing up days.  A book about our courtship and our wedding.  A book about our first days together as "Mr. and Mrs."  On a cold winters night you can snuggle in your blanket, take this book, and go back in time, to when Grandpa and Grandma were young. I wrote a story last week and named it "Our Guardian Angel"  I really don't know if there is such a thing as guardian angel's or not, but it seemed that someone was watching over us that dreadful morning.  I realize that story could be a bit upsetting to your tender, young minds, so that is why I am writing this letter to you.  Most of the time we can see good in even the bad. Did you know that all angels don't wear wings...or a halo?  Some angels are human, just like you and me. In this letter I want to tell you about the "...

It was one of those wintery nights, cold with sleet hitting the windows.  A night for hot chocolate and cuddling on the couch.  It had been misting all day, sticking to everything it touched. At our little house, our children, ages 5 and 2, were fast asleep in their room down the hall.  Daddy and I were setting together on the couch admiring the new wallpapered hall way wall and the new paneled wall in the living room we had just completed. It was Saturday night, just before Christmas.  We woke Sunday morning to the same sound, the sound of sleet hitting the windows.  "I'm afraid we are in for a problem with electricity if this keeps up" daddy said as we set down for breakfast. We had no idea that just outside our back door at that very minute something was happening that we would remember for a lifetime. We were all in our jammies--all but daddy that is--he would soon leave us and drive up the road a mile to start chores.  So with a kiss to each of u...

Do you have a "friend" that is so special to you --- that you can tell them anything?  Do you have a "friend" so close to you that you can pour your breaking heart out to them and feel the comfort of just letting go?  Do you have a "friend" that you can tell your deepest secrets to and know they will never be told again?  Do you have a "friend" who you can express your greatest joys to and know the world will never know? Well ...I hope all of you have a "friend" like the above.  I really think, in this world we all need someone we can confide in.  Or maybe a place you can go to just relax and be yourself.  I have had a "friend" like this for sometime now and this post is celebrating a "milestone" we have reached together. In May of 2014 I walked into Office Max and bought myself a plain writing tablet.  It had wide lines and the pages were attached at the top instead of the side.  In that tablet were one hundred ...

There is something I take for granted.  Something I sometimes forget to give thanks for.  Something I have shared in all my life.  That something is the beautiful flag.  That red, white, and blue, that flag that sometimes flies strong on its pole, sometimes hangs limp there, that flag we put up in the mornings and take down at night.  That flag that sometimes flies through the night, in the gleam of a spot light. That flag that has come to me at a great cost, at the sacrifice of great men and women. That flag that God has allowed to fly free over my great home of America. Because God has allowed her to guard our land, we are free to do many things.  Free to enjoy a life of plenty. I can drive to Wal-Mart, Sam's, Dillon's, or any store at anytime and see shelves upon shelves of food from canned fruit and vegetables, to flour, sugar, bread, meats ...you name it!  Instead of walking into a little store, your footsteps echo off empty shelves and you're...

There are four things that I am thankful for this time of year.  They are -- my four-wheeler --- a sharp spade --- a bean field --- and "pigweeds" Whoa -- you say --- this woman has to be crazy!! -- Your thankful for 'PIGWEEDS'  You must be kidding!!  But --- no I'm not crazy --- at least not all the way crazy.  I really am thankful -- and this is the reason why --- My husband and I are farmers --- small farmers really --- compared to all the other ones around us.  One of our crops is soybeans.  There are these weeds you call "pigweeds" and they love to grow right along with our beans.  My hubby sprays -- and sprays -- those little burgers when the beans are small--- but some of those weeds just will not die.   So now --- when you look out over our bean field -- you see all those weeds popping their ugly little heads up all over the place.  The beans are way to tall for the spray business ---  so guess what???--- Yep --- you g...

Men are amazing --- by that I mean they can do anything --- and fix anything.  Now I can only talk about my hubby --- because it is him who has the privilege of "fixing up" after me --- but I know as sure as I'm writing this --- that there are hundreds of other husbands that can do miracle's out there. Hey --- some of you girls may be handy with those wrenches and such --- but sad to say -- I'm not one of them.  My farmer hubby has a "tool box" that fills the whole machine shed and more.  I mean there are wrenches -- drills -- pliers -- screwdrivers -- hammers -- socket wrenches -- power saws -- you name it -- from one end of the shed to the other.  Some even extend a bit to the outside.  Believe me when I tell you -- I am not to touch it!!  By that he means -- don't organize it!!  He knows where everything it --- just the way it is. So I just gladly "fall over a pile of something" when I go to get a extension cord -- or push real hard ...

 I lay in bed --- the window is open --- I am wide awake.  All is still and dark in the house ---all is dark except in the little bedroom down the hall. A owl hoots in the darkness -- but otherwise all I hear is the chirping of the crickets and my husbands soft breathing.  My thoughts --- or feelings --- go this way and that.  I am happy --- very happy --- because I love with all my being --- the stillness --- the quiet --- of the beautiful thing we call nature.  Just laying there --- listening --- brings a peace to my heart --- that words cannot tell. But --- down the hall --- in that little bedroom --- are two people that have won our hearts.  As I lay there --- so content --- they are getting dressed -- combing their hair -- making their bed -- and packing their suitcases.  In about a half hour --- they will give us the biggest "Canadian hug" you can get --- pick up their suitcases --two bags --- and walk out our door --- leaving us standin...