Today we are taking a trip down memory lane.
This is one of my favorite photos of my oldest son. I love looking back at photos of my boys when they are little and taking life in.
Sam started Driver's Ed this week. He is growing into a wonderful young man.
The following photos were taken in 2005. The year of dandelions in my dad's hay field.
I love how the pollen looks like snow.
And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows,
work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to
town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God
made a farmer.
"I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet
gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame
cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his
wife's done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and
come back real soon -- and mean it." So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn
colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I
need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a
horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire,
feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season,
will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain'n from
'tractor back,' put in another seventy-two hours." So God made a farmer.
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to
get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and
race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So
God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave
bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the
pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the
broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and
straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and
rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk
and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week's work with a
five-mile drive to church.
"Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of
sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling
eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life 'doing what dad
does.'" So God made a farmer.
Paul Harvey's 1978 'So God Made a Farmer'
Thank you for taking a trip down memory lane with me.
Wishing you a great weekend.
♥
Carla
