My husband and I were standing at our living room window, watching a man walking down the distant road. The man lived nearby in a broken down house. Every day he walked two miles to a neighborhood bar where he spent his time.
The Shepherd’s Barn The Shepherd Called Them Home The quaint old man in knee high boots prepared to call them in…. “Get behind the barn,” he said. “If they see you they won’t come.” “How many sheep?” I asked. ‘Bout 300, lambs ‘n all,” he replied. Now, gesturing toward distant fields, no movement…… Continue reading The SHEPHERD CALLED THEM HOME
Sometimes This Old Farm Feels Like A Long Lost Friend…. It’s always good to be back home again. Married four years in 1959, living on the lakeshorewith a toddler of three and an infant of six months, we began to look for another, safer, and perhaps more friendly place to live. Safer was my thinking.…… Continue reading LIFE AT HIDDEN MEADOWS FARM
Ahead were only dreary, boring days and years of waiting to get “old.” There was nothing new to do nor places to see or ROADS to travel.
Was it a cherished possession
you have always dreamed of owning
and handing down to your children?
This may become one of the most interesting THANKSGIVING and Christmas holiday seasons to date.
Never indulging in self-satisfaction,
Nor pursued by dreams of personal success,
Her simple life was unadorned with expectations.
But the best of all things that my two eyes can see,
Is the sight of “Old Glory” as she waves in the breeze.
How we live out our purpose,
and with whom we travel,
is our choice.