When We Ask For Help

For most of my life, I have been too proud to ask for help. Farm people are like that and, growing up in an agricultural community, my family was no different. In a farm community, there is an understanding of compassion, while still knowing that folks will generally just tough it out – whatever “it” is. Because of… More When We Ask For Help

Rainy Day Visitors

I awoke to rumbles of thunder early this morning. My first thought was of a rug I had left outdoors on the back porch railing to dry in the sun the day before.  I dashed outside quickly, thinking I might manage to save the rug from getting soaked, but it was already too late. The dripping rug,… More Rainy Day Visitors