Growing up in western Minnesota the first turkey I ever saw was on Thanksgiving morning when our mother lifted the cover off of the broiler pan and there a plump, brown, featherless turkey appeared. Two large drumsticks protruded above the bird’s body and usually resulted in four siblings fighting over who would make a meal of one of them. Little did I know that thirty years previous to the l950’s wild turkeys would have been rambling through our fields and…..
Tis the season for gift giving so I got the brilliant idea to do just that. Today’s blog is my gift to you, the reader. It’s not wrapped. I hope you don’t mind. 🙂 I was at a craft fair this fall when a young lady came up to my table and pointed at a pile of Nature’s Christmas Story books. “We used to read our children The Night Before Christmas on Christmas Eve just before bedtime. But now we…..