Friday, January 9, 2015

The Little things

As each year passes and a new one begins, I often wonder what my grandparents would think about our world.  It's been over fifteen years since my dad's dad passed away.  He was cut from the same pioneer cloth of his ancestors: strong, determined, defined in character, and always quick with a story. I loved seeing his face light up when we came to visit, with a twinkle in his eye he'd say something like,  "Toots (Gram's nickname) I told you to lock the door." and then he'd give you a big hug to welcome you.  

I came across a bottle of the same lotion he used when he worked on the farm.  I find the name only a bit ironic now that I live in Nebraska.  It was his own kind of cologne: simple, purposeful, and not overpowering.  



I would expect my paternal grandma, his wife, to think the world was passing to quickly.  She was a gentle, hardworking, optimistic person, who cared for her son's and grandchildren deeply, praying over them daily.  I loved her gentleness, although I didn't understand its strength until she was gone.  She was so in love with my grandpa.  You never heard them say the words, but you knew by watching them that their love was as deep as the ancient secrets of the world.  

My mom's dad passed away almost eight years ago.  He was a dreamer, a tinkering sort of man with a gentle spirit hidden in a giant physique.  His brown eyes would soften when he looked at my grandma on the sly. He had a booming voice and a granite-like view of right and wrong, but would give grace when you least expected it.  I miss the scruffiness of his whiskers when he'd give me a squeeze.  

As I prepared to move to Nebraska I found a picture of my grandparents at my parents' dining room table.  I love it because I can almost hear their laughter.  



My life is richer for their wisdom and stories.  I loved them then and I love them even more now...

Sending love and memories,
oxoxoxo

Saturday, December 13, 2014

New and old

This Christmas is different than those my family has celebrated in the past.  We aren't on the farm, we don't have a tree. It's not the norm, for sure.  But there are some things I still can do to celebrate.

I made anise toast today. It's a recipe handed down for over four generations.  It's a less-than-five-ingredients recipe similar to biscotti.  My dad and sons love it, so do I.  

I also made my grandma's ginger snaps. The smell of ginger, cloves, and cinnamon filled our apartment with wonderful memories.  

I have to continue making new memories while I cherish the old ones.  It's one of the most simple things to do this season. 

Sending love to you and yours this Christmas. 
xoxoxoxo 

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Favorite seasons

Even living in the "city" instead of the "country" I continue to seek the same joys I found when I lived on the farm. 

I'm enjoying the simplicity of finding these little treasures while we wait for the next step in our hobby farm adventures.  
I hope you enjoy the pictures.
Sending love from a farm girl...
Always and forever 
xoxoxoxo


Up close on our ornamental cherry tree


The view from the parking garage - still pretty


Maple leaves in transition


The sunset near our apartment


The view out our "new" window


A sweet sunrise this week


Perspective from our apartment 







Sunday, October 5, 2014

Skies

It's Sunday. I love this day.  No work, no school, no errands. Just church and family time.  
Below are the views I had while driving around today.  I hope you appreciate them as much as I did. 

Nebraska has some of the most amazing skies

Soybeans are close to harvest time. 

Incredible clouds, incredible blue sky

I almost missed these views

Within minutes of this picture, the sky was blackened and pouring rain.



Sending love from the Cornhusker State,
oxoxoxo 

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Views to see

I was at the park where my sons run for their cross country meets this morning. It's on the edge of town, where wild turkey flocks roam and forage and where buffalo and elk find refuge on a portion of land that is a preserve.  I loved the quietness of the open land and watching Canadian geese and mallard ducks search for food around the pond.  

I have quickly fallen in love with this large park that is surrounded by large pines and other trees. I love how nature is all around, you just need the eyes to look and see.

I hope you enjoy the photos.
Sending love from the lovely land of Nebraska,
oxoxox


The moss on the north side of a pine


Reflections on the pond


The morning sun breaking through


Buffalo in his grazing land


The elk were almost 150 yards away.  I was amazed my the size of the elk's rack


The brown dots by the tree on the left are the buffalo grazing


Another view of the elk







Sunday, September 14, 2014

Town and country

Travis, Arliss, and I went out to do some errands yesterday.  As we drove into Lincoln, we stopped to check out this amazing piece of sculpture.  Being a staunch Farmall/Case/International Harvester family you can imagine our delight! 

There are farming tools, attachments, and at least a half dozen grills from tractors on this piece.  It's a veritable "I Spy" game all in one place.  

We loved it.  Travis was checking out the undercarriage and the various mechanical parts of the truck as well.  

Sending love from a Red Nation,
oxoxo

That's Travis to the right checking it out.


The old typewriter and wooden chair are in the cab of the truck. 


Make and Model


The grill of the truck


View from the other side


View from the back


Love the old plates


Front view and Travis checking out the undercarriage


One more view of this beauty :)




Saturday, September 6, 2014

A Drive in the Country

Today the boys and I did some errands and decided to "meander" for a while. Even though we live in Lincoln, we can be completely out of town within minutes.  A quick right turn and a few minutes later Arliss, Travis, and I had the windows down, music turned up, and were taking in the wonderful smells of clover, fresh air, and simplicity.  I know simplicity doesn't have a smell, but if it did, it would be the smell of farms and open country roads.


We drove east for 15 minutes or so, quickly finding gravel roads and wide open spaces.  We talked about the corn crops and soybean fields we passed.  We talked about the farms we drove by, the livestock they had, and the machinery we saw in their fields.  


The drive wasn't far and it wasn't for hours and hours, but when we drove back into Lincoln our spirits were refreshed and refilled.  I have a feeling we will be taking drives in the country more often.  

Sending love from a future farm, somewhere in Nebraska. :)
oxoxo