An unsuccessful fishing trip turned moose hunt when someone spotted three moose over near the shore. Our laughter and talking stilled immediately and, following whispered directions, we traded places in the boat and gave Bruce the spot in the front, where he crouched, gun ready. Johnny sped up, heading straight toward the moose, which everyone […]
I love these photos of Mom beside her tall, muscular sons. They do grow up, don’t they? And because I love them, I’ll throw in a few other photos from our Sunday afternoon drive. Last week was summer Bible school at our church, packed full with teaching wiggly little human beings about Jesus and all
I’ve been moping around a lot lately. And by that, I don’t mean I’ve been wallowing in the depths of despair. Something much shallower than that. Worrying and wasting time, mostly. I’ll be honest and say that there is nothing on earth that should be wrong with me. I am living one of the most
I woke up this morning with the line of a song running through my mind. “These are the times of nickels and dimes and love.” Just a single line, and no more. I like it because it makes me think of my family. Of simple things, happy memories. Not that we ever actually had to
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My old farmer Grandpa gave me a clipping from a newspaper the other day titled “An Old Farmer’s Advice.” That’s like my grandpa, to take a liking to some writing or another and pass it on. And because it’s from my grandpa, and because I like my grandpa, I will pass it on to you.
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