As I sit at my computer and begin typing a new blog I am aware that it is the first day of Advent. That is important to me for two reasons. Spiritually I am reminded that it is time to prepare my heart and mind for the arrival of Baby Jesus in twenty-five days. As an author of a children’s book titled “The First Advent” I am wondering how my marketing scheme to encourage book sales has worked out this…..
My wife has always loved to sway back and forth especially when she was singing. She has always had a beautiful voice and when she was very young she would visit the local pool hall to enjoy an ice cream cone with her Dad. Because the town folks knew of her musical ability she would be encouraged to sing a few songs for the pool hall residents. As the singing began so did her swaying to the music. In fact…..
I feel I should start this blog out as I have started out my Catholic confessions throughout my life time, “Bless me Father for I have sinned.” This blog will describe my last week’s action that I was forced into by the circumstances that were taking place in our garage over the summer. You may remember in one of my earlier blogs I described that last summer a wild cat had moved her litter of kittens under the shed in…..
The adventure all started when I went to our local bank and the young lady sitting behind the teller’s window greeted me warmly. As she was completing my transaction she asked me if I had ever visited Yankee Town. I had heard of Yankee Town over the years. I knew it existed somewhere near the north end of Big Stone Lake and contained an area where fishermen could launch their fishing boats. The teller then began explaining how she and…..
I was on my knees with my potato fork in my hand. As I rammed the fork into the black, rich top soil I began unearthing the fall’s potato crop. As one quite large potato came to the surface there was a sudden thrashing and spastic motion next to the unearthed potato. I knew immediately what had happened. The potato fork had accidently hit a lizard called a skink and the blow had resulted in demonstrating to me one of…..
If you have been reading my blogs for a while you are probably aware of the fact that I am a newly retired pumpkin farmer. Most of the pumpkin ground has been seeded into native grasses and wildflowers and I was planning to put my feet up and taking it easy……wrong! You see I didn’t seed all of the ground into native grasses and wildflowers. I figured I would save a little of the ground to ensure my vegetable garden…..
I’ve been medicating myself as I’m suffering from a disease that I really don’t like to talk about. But since the idea for this blog resulted from this experience I’m going to have to reveal my ailment. I will put it as delicately as possible so hopefully I won’t offend anyone. It’s very easy to offend people now days you know. So here goes nothing. I have jock rash. 🙁 Even though I haven’t worn a jock since about 1974…..
I’ve lost track of the years that our family lake vacation has taken place. It seems like it’s been forever. As one looks back it has been a collage of memories starting with tiny little grandchildren growing and maturing each year until many of them have become young adults. This year the date was set and then the Pandemic started messing with things. In fact it looked like Grandpa and Grandma would miss this one when our son developed COVID-like…..
I remember the simpler times. We would watch from the house as the mailman pulled up to our country mailbox located at the end of our driveway. Then a battle would begin between we siblings about whose turn it was to get the mail. Actually the end result usually turned into a race to see who could arrive at the rusty old metal box first. The winner was awarded the honor of ripping open the metal door revealing the days…..
Forty-five years ago when we purchased our 7.9 acres out in the country the acreage consisted of a cultivated field. We had the challenge of turning it into a hobby farm. So the first thing on the agenda was to plant a windbreak that would protect our house. A house that was yet a dream but hopefully would become a reality in a few years. So I contacted the Soil Conservation folks in the county and they went to work…..