Many years ago, many many years ago, when Cath was a baby, a time when I did not stick a diaper pin into her, she seemed so young! “Who will look after this little baby when Mom and Dad get old?”, I thought. Time has moved along, and she’s had two babies of her own….
Tag: joy
Remembering Dad
October 20 rolls around each year, and each year this day arrives with the memories of the day Dad went to be with Jesus seemingly as fresh in my memory as they were on that day. I won’t go into the details of the morning other than to say Mom, Cath and I walked out…
From the soil
I think the first time I visited a farm I was an adult. Maybe I did as a child but I don’t remember. Like you, I’ve driven by hundreds, maybe thousands of farms. To be on a farm, to walk the lane, talk to the farmer, step inside the barn or barns, to climb up…
Hybrid Thoughts 