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I’ll always be thankful I’m a farmer’s daughter
Growing up, my summers were spent in the dusty straw wagon, beside the cool cow tank and out in the green, meadowy pasture. I wasn’t like the kids at school who swam daily in public pools, biked on...
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I am
Have you ever waken early to watch the sun rise? Or walked across the dewy grass barefoot in the morning sun? Dawn is when everything is still and quiet. The sun begins to peek over the clouds, and the...
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Thistle cutting summers
On a chilly winter day like today, I try really hard to remember those horribly hot days of summer when you wake up sweating, sweat all day and go to bed sweating. Sometimes when I think of these hot...
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90 miles-per-hour with my hair undone
There’s nothing quite like driving with your windows down. The warm air whips through your hair and across your face, your music is cranked up, and all you can do is smile. When you’re driving with...
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From farm to fair
Do you ever go to fairs during the summer? Do you ever walk through the animal barns and see rows and rows of calm, clean cows and calves? Those calves don’t become calm and clean over night, and they...
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