Rich’s Dad was almost killed in a farming accident involving a PTO shaft just before Thanksgiving. On Saturday I got to see him for the first time after the accident.
His personality is a little different now, in a good way. He’s more gentle and patient. He’s had a lot of tough times previously in his life which added a touch of sarcasm and bitterness to his personality, not a lot, just a touch. But, it’s gone now. He’s so thankful for his life and has seen the work of God (there are no doubts that it was God that saved him and healed him of his injuries). How can you feel anything but gratitude when you’ve seen God’s care so clearly?
Rich’s step-mom was away while we were there. I missed visiting with her, but if she had been there I would have stayed in the kitchen to talk to her and missed the barn.
Did you see the pig? We’re going to eat him. I had a fascinating talk with Dad about . . .well, pork. I was almost convinced that Rich and I would start raising a pig for family consumption until Dad said it would be too expensive for us, because we would have to buy the feed. Would we like half a pig when he has it butchered? After tasting Leslie’s leftover pork roast there was no doubt in my mind. Yes, we would!
I really love this picture of Caleb with his Grandpa. It’s going to be framed.
If Rich ever went into farming, I know who would be the most excited. Our daughter.
She was all over the place like she owned it. She is SO interesting to me, quite my opposite in many ways.
I wouldn’t mind having a small farm now, but I would not have been so excited about it at her age.
You know what she asked her Grandpa?
“Grandpa, can I ride a cow?”
“No, sweetie, we don’t have any tame enough for that.”
My reaction to the whole idea:
What a girl.
Here she is, longing to ride a cow. Grandpa doesn’t own a horse.
He has a whole little building for boiling sap. He’s got quite the small, “for family and friends only” little operation going. I walked into the sap house and it was warm and sweet. . .hmmm. . .smelled of wood and boiling sap.
He sent us home with 6 jugs of it. Apparently Rich and I have to share our jug?
Back in the house, and Grace begging to go back to the barn.
Look at her face, she’s so funny!
She got sent off by herself this time, with one main rule– stay out of the animal pens!
We’re having french toast this morning. With Grandpa’s maple syrup on top.
I really don’t mind the smell of a cow barn, I like it. For some reason I have an interest, a longing, for farming. I know it’s in my heritage. . .my grandpa on my mom’s side was a farmer. . .Rich has it in his blood, too. In any given time, I know God could push us in that direction. It’s interesting to me that my heart loves the idea of working so close to the earth. . . . . .and, after all, I have 4 boys. And a totally capable girl.
Even if we stayed here, I know we could handle a flock of chickens at least. I don’t know what else. We only have about 4 acres of land and no barn.
Did you ever live on a farm? Do you live one one now? Please leave me comment and tell me all about it. What do you love about farming? Do you have a small farm or a big one? What sort of animals did you keep? Does your husband have an outside job? Is there anything you don’t like? Imagine that I have an interest in having a small family farm. Would you try to talk me into it or out of it? Convince me!
I’m ordering a subscription to “Farm and Ranch” magazine today!