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Three skunk stories
Story No. 1 The first time I saw skunks, I thought they were cute and furry and needed to be saved. I grew up on a farm with my parents and five siblings. We did not have running water; my parents took that big step in 1978, the year K and I were married. We…
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Just a Farmer, Plain and Simple
On June 30 I attended a funeral for a local farmer who died of cancer at the age of 72. My parents lived about a mile from where he and his family lived, less if you cut across the field. There were six children in our family, four in theirs and the youngest three in our…
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SKUNKED
SKUNKED Two days ago, my mother-in-law spotted four baby skunks along the road to our farm and was concerned about their proximity to her yard. I was not empathetic. As I told my husband K, the skunks were not hurting anyone. And besides, baby skunks are cute. That same night, I was awakened by a…
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A penny for my thoughts
Ten years ago, although I can’t believe that much time has passed, my son made a book for his self-initiated 4-H project. He wrote and illustrated the book himself and I took it to the local school to have the pages laminated and coil-bound. The book was titled “If I found a penny”, based on…
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Beginnings
I grieve for Common Sense. I fear it faces extinction. Perhaps it is an age thing. I told my 20-year-old son the other day that I might be going through some middle-age ‘stuff’. “Mom, do you really think you are going to live to 120?” he asked. Cute. The math is all wrong. I still…
Rural Routes, Blog Version
Looking at the world with country eyes
Rural Routes, Blog Version 