Dirt is Dirt

 

I don’t know if you can see it or not but there is fine, silty dirt on the floor. This is my bedroom floor and when I come down the hallway the light from the window really make this show up.

It’s from the dog. My son’s dog Zeus who lives with us since my son moved to an apartment.

Yesterday I walked back here and thought “Uggg, that really shows up back here.” My next thought was “Boy, if it’s on the floor here it has to be in the carpet too even though it’s not noticeable.”

Then, an aha from heaven.

The dirt that falls off in the bedroom is seen. It’s very obvious. Just like some of the sins we have falling off of us. Some of our sins carry visible consequences that others see easily. They are right out in the open, in the daylight. Sometimes they are the same ones we cleaned up the week before.

Then there’s the dirt in the carpet. I know it’s there but to everyone else looking, they can’t see it. The thought of it probably never crossed their minds. And so, it goes with some of our other sins. They are hidden. They aren’t visible. We know about them, but most people don’t even wonder if they are there. In fact, we are grateful they are hidden.

So which sins are worse? The ones that show or the hidden ones?

As far as I can tell, dirt is dirt. Whether it’s on the bare floor for all to see or hidden in the carpet.

Be careful as you walk by other’s visible dirt that you don’t pat yourself on the back because your bare floors are clean.  The dirt in the carpet could be dirtier than theirs.

 

 

All That Glitters is not Gold

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We are tired around here. Dead tired. Truly exhausted. Yet, we can’t stop. The work must be done. The crops must be brought in, the cattle fed, the cows milked, the machinery fixed, the bills paid. The list is non-ending.

It’s a struggle and it’s hard.

Yet, there are others struggling with illness, death, loss of homes, missing persons, and more.

I think of mothers sending their sons off to the service. The wife who waves good-bye to her husband, the police officer. The husband who kisses his wife as she leaves for life saving surgery. The dad who hears the door slam as his teenage daughter leaves threatening to never come home. The farmer who shuts the barn door for the last time due to the economy. The child who hides in the closet and hopes he will escape what he’s suffered too many times.

I shame myself by comparing my petty problems with those who “have it so much worse”.

Bring this into the world of suicide. Lately, well known, popular, successful, wealthy people have been killing themselves. I chose to say killing themselves over committing suicide. Committing suicide seems to soften what happened.

It’s sad that they couldn’t or maybe they did try, to convey their desperate feelings. Did they feel like they had “nothing” to complain about because of all the advantages they had compared to others? Were they ever told “you have enough money to fix any problem you have”? Do we as a society equate “having it all” with needing nothing else?

If someone came to you and voiced their feelings of sadness or problems, how would you respond? Give them a pep talk? Tell them compared to 90% of the world you don’t have it so bad? This too shall pass?

Or, would you keep your thoughts to yourself and pay attention and let them talk? How far would you go to help someone?

I get the term mental illness – I know what it means but the stigma has to disappear.

When someone is sick with a sore throat do we say they have an oral illness? Or a broken bone, do we say bone breakage illness. Do we say blood illness when facing infection?

Illness is illness whether or not it’s in your arm, leg, pinky toe or your brain. They are all parts of your body. Do we feel ashamed if we have an ulcer in our stomach, a cyst on our ovary, an infection in our knee?

Swinging back to my tiredness. While I know my problems pale in comparison to others, it’s still a problem to me. I don’t want to be a whiner and complainer but when asked “how are you” – I want to feel like I can say “I’m tired, pooped, exhausted or whatever” without hearing the internal voice shaming me because there are worse situations out there. Or, worse yet to hear someone voice, “You think you’re tired you should see . . . .”

The same should be for anyone dealing with depression, anxiety or hopeless feelings.

What are you doing to invite a shameless conversation with those who need to sort out their problems or seek out help?

Let’s purpose to be that safe, trustworthy space when the opportunity comes.

You know the saying all that glitters is not gold? Well, all that smiles is not happy.

 

No Blinker, No Problem

 Don't be jealous of my wooden bumper.

Don't be jealous of my wooden bumper.

After merging for over an hour looking through dirty windows I drove the tractor up to the shop to wash them. While I was hanging off the steps and draped over the hood of the tractor Farmer called me.

Farmer: “Hey, I need you to bring me some fuel. Check the tank and make sure there is enough. Just call me back when you get to the truck.”

Me: “Where is the truck?”

F: "Halfway down the driveway."

M: I dropped everything and dismounted the tractor hood with nary a broken bone and walked over to the truck. And then called Farmer.

F: “Can you see how full the tank is?”

M: “Yep, ¾ full.”

F: “K Bring it out to the field for me. Drive careful. There are no blinkers.”

M: “OK, but I have to run home and go pee first.”

F: “Can’t you just pee behind the truck?”

M: This is where I would have slammed the phone down if the option was available. With the cell phones it’s so unrewarding to hang up on someone.

After the bladder was emptied and I was on the way with the truck I was concentrating on staying below the speed limit. I’ve watched enough Live PD to know that you can be pulled over for any small thing and going 10 miles over the speed limit would probably qualify. Having no working blinkers, a wooden bumper and no driver’s license I was trying to be the perfect citizen.

I made it to the other farm with no problem.

 

 Farmer's best side.

Farmer's best side.

Once I parked it and Farmer was fueling the tractor I realized the plate on the truck was missing.

M: “No license plate?”

F: “Yes, there are 2 up on the dash. If you get stopped show them one and if they don’t like it, you have another one to try.”

M: Blank stare

F: “Be careful going home, I was already stopped once, so they may be looking for you.”

 You can see the silos on the main farm 2 miles north.

You can see the silos on the main farm 2 miles north.

Farm Life Preservation 101

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What part of farm life am I referring too?

Anyone who comes in contact with the farmer this time of year.

For us with late April snow and never-ending May showers started us off behind. Now, add a broken-down hay mower and the chopper which has been in the dealership shop since April and no delivery back to the farm date and you have created the perfect storm for needing to know about farm life protection. This is what we call the “Angry Bear” stage of farming.

Here are the 10 guidelines of Farm Life Preservation 101.

1.     When approaching the farmer during this stressful time give him wide berth. Stay at least 10 feet away. That way you’ll have a better chance to duck flying tools.

2.     When approaching the farmer, make no quick movements and avoid eye contact.

3.     When leaving the farmer, back away slowly.

4.     While in the presence of the farmer, only speak when spoken to and speak in soft hushed tones unless machinery is running and then you must be able to lip read and shout louder than a jet engine revving up. Always agree with what they are saying.

5.     Never ask any questions.

6.     When feeding time comes push the food under the equipment with a long stick.

7.     Unless bellowed to enter, only go into the shop if it is necessary and when doing so, be stealthy and quiet so as not to rile the farmer.

8.     If he asks you to help him for just a minute, quietly text your doctor and let him know you can’t make it in for your liver transplant scheduled for later in the day.

9.     Always be on guard and ready to jump. The expectancy level is high, and you never know what will trigger it.

10.  If for any reason the farmer has fallen asleep, NEVER EVER wake him up unless you have had training.

All nonsense aside, it is a very stressful time of the year and all prayers for all farmers would be welcomed.

But, hey, I can’t fix any of the problems so why not have a little fun. The good thing is Farmer is so busy he won’t read this for several weeks and by then hopefully the “Angry Bear” syndrome will have past.

Cherry Bars

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Preheat your oven to 350 degrees.

Cream:
         ¾ C softened butter
         2 C sugar

Add and mix:
         6 eggs
         1 ½ t vanilla

Add and mix:
         4 ½ C flour
         1 ½ t salt
         2 ¼ t baking powder

Mix everything well.

Spread 2/3 of the mixture onto a greased cookie sheet with an edge. Not a flat cookie sheet.

Pour and spread 2 cans of cherry pie filling. Don’t be eating the cherry pie filling. It ALL goes on the dough.

Drop the remainder 1/3 dough mixture by spoonful evenly – don’t try to cover the cherries completely. You want some of those lovely cherries to peek through.

Bake about 30 – 35 minutes. Test the cake with a toothpick but make sure you don’t over bake.

Frosting:

This is my attempt to give measurements. I normally dump and go by feel.  

Melt in microwave ¼ C butter. Add about 2 C powdered sugar, 1 t. vanilla and 1 t almond. Add a little water at a time and stir until the frosting is pourable. It should be runny, not thick. Drizzle over the cooled cherry bars.

 

 

 

 

Multiply Your Greatness

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I hung the phone up on the kitchen wall, looked around me and wondered if I would ever find myself again. Would I ever be in a position to create a difference? The yellow fruit and flowered wall paper stared back at me. Out the kitchen window I could see Son #1 and #2 playing in the yard. Son #3 was watching cartoons and Son #4 was crawling on the floor by my feet.

I must have been extremely tired that day because normally my thoughts didn’t wander there.

I had the privilege of being a stay at home mom. I was a semi-single stay at home mom. I never want to insinuate my singleness of raising my sons is compared in the least to a true single mom. But, Farmer was rarely home. Most of the daily operations of the home and parenting was my responsibility.

In the midst of wiping noses, butts and dirty mouths, I, at times, wondered if there would be anything left in me when the time came to give me a whirl.

At this point in my life I was Farmer’s wife, or someone’s mom. And that continued for many years. My identity was always combined.

And, consider there was no face book back then to garner support, chatting with others or surfing the web. Our means of connection was church gatherings and phone calls when we weren’t chasing one of the kids or putting food on the table. There was no pre-school, mom’s groups or gyms to attend.

For the most part, I loved my life. I gained much satisfaction and was thrilled to take care of my family. I enjoyed just about every aspect.

Once, in a while, and it must have hit that day, I would think about “successful women in the work force.” They did a job, got thanked and even was paid for their time and effort.

And therefore, once in a while I would wander with my wonderings.

I’m writing this to encourage any moms who are in the middle of their best years – especially if you are staying home and get overwhelmed at times. While I wasn’t distressed over not having a career or felt trapped at home, the desire to make a difference was there.

While I may not have wrote a best seller, argued a high-profile court case, or did open heart surgery saving lives, I have made a huge difference.

By staying home, I made a difference times four.

I have raised four amazing men that daily touch lives, create opportunities for others, and contribute greatly to this world. These four men are good, quality, excellent driven men who are now raising their sons and daughters to change the world.

Never under estimate where you are in life and the reason God designated this special spot for you.

Anyone can become a doctor, lawyer, clerk, teacher or whatever profession.

No one can be your child’s mother.

Enjoy your best years with your kids. Realize the amazing responsibility God has entrusted to you.

Multiply your greatness through your kids.

 

 

 

 

Homemade Vegetable Soup

                                        This is before cooking - everything is raw.

                                       This is before cooking - everything is raw.

This is very simple, but the combination of the veggies is the best. And so easy. You can throw this in your crock pot for 6 hours on high or in your Insta Pot on soup for 60 minute

Cut into bite sized pieces:
            Potatoes                      Adjust amount to how much soup you want to make
            Carrots
            Celery

Round steak, Sirloin steak or soup meat
You can add canned tomatoes – I use home canned stewed tomatoes

Add just enough water to cover the raw veggies.

Mix in one packet of Lipton Dry Beefy Onion Soup Mix

Add:
            1 Can of drained corn

Add:
Enough tomato juice to make it as soupy as you want.

Add fresh baked bread to dip into the soupy goodness - delish

Crock Pot or Insta Pot Away!


 

 

 

 

Chocolate Cake with Raspberry Cream Frosting

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Preheat oven to 350 degrees.

Grease and line with parchment paper 3 round cake pans – 8 or 9 inch

Cream:
            ½ C oil – I use canola
            2 C sugar

Add and mix:
            2 eggs
            2 t vanilla

Carefully add and mix:
            ¾ C cocoa
            2 C flour                                  Alternate the dry ingredients
            2 t baking powder                   with 1 C milk
            1 ½ t baking soda
            1 t salt
            1 ½ t espresso powder

Add and mix well:
           1 C boiling water

Make sure you scrape down the sides of the bowl when mixing.

Pour evenly in the three prepared pans.

Bake about 25 minutes – always check with toothpick – make sure you don’t overbake.

Let cool about 12 minutes and then remove from pan – loosen the cake from the edge with a knife before flipping them over.

Make sure cake is totally cool before frosting.

 

Raspberry Cream Frosting

Cream:
            1 C room temperature butter
            1 8 oz. room temperature cream cheese

Add and mix well:
            2 t vanilla
            ½ t salt
            6 T seedless raspberry jam

Slowly mix – a little at a time:
            7 C powdered sugar – I sift mine to make sure there are no lumps

When the frosting starts to get too stiff add:
            2 T milk

Mix really well scraping the side of the bowl.

If your cakes are rounded, level them off with a serrated knife.

Assemble - cake, 1/3 frosting, cake 1/3 frosting, cake and the final 1/3 frosting

Garnish with raspberries. – If not serving for a while you may want to wait to add the raspberries, so they don’t bleed.

 

 

A Man Who Changed the World

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There is a man who changed the world.

Most of you won’t know him.

He built a house for his family with his own hands.

He’s been faithful to his one and only wife for 66 years.

He put food on the table for them year after year.

He taught them to plant a garden – to till, plant and harvest.

He taught his family to hunt wisely and respectfully of the prey and the weapon.

He built a building where people learned about Jesus.

He brought all of his kids to the place where they wanted Jesus as their own.

He has read his Bible daily for years.

He prays daily for his kids, grand-kids, great-grandkids and great-great-grandkids.

He gives freely when a need arises.

He instilled a great work ethic into each of his kids.

He is revered in his circle of influence.

He has changed the world.

Maybe not your world.

But he has changed my world daily for the better.

My dad.

 

Happy 88th Birthday Daddy!

 

 

We’re Better Than That

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When a fellow farmer has a problem whether it be sickness, accident, fire or other natural disaster we farmers jump in and fully invest ourselves to assist.

I’ve heard many times how wonderful the farming community is and that the rest of the population should take heed and learn to work together and help.

I’ve been watching some infighting with farmers because of Walmart’s choice to use milk from different producers than it previously had. Walmart’s choice has left some farmers without a market which is horrible.

But, there’s more to the story – there always is.

Some are saying Walmart is starting their own dairy and adding cows to the market – False.

They are using milk from different farmers than in the past. Walmart is using milk from three suppliers. One of the suppliers is Foremost Farms – our coop. Another thing I know about Walmart’s different milk producers is that the milk has to meet certain somatic cell count specifications.

I’m hearing that Walmart is using milk from large farms only. I’m not sure that is correct. They are purchasing milk from coops and I know our coop takes milk from all sizes of farms.

I’m hearing “boycott” Walmart and whatever you do, do not buy milk there. How hypocritical is this? If you’re a dairy farmer right now you are hurting – it doesn’t matter what size, you are. By boycotting Walmart you are boycotting fellow farmers.

When we farmers accuse and attack each other we are doing the job of anti-animal activists. They can sit back and watch as our community unravels.

There is a farmer behind every drop of milk.

I was called out about a year ago when I wrote a blog that involved almond juice. I’m pretty zealous about fooling or scaring our consumers about food choices. In the process of comparing nut juice with dairy, I became very judgmental which shed a bad light on the almond farmer. One of my followers commented that I was totally criticizing a fellow farmer. They were right. I felt physically sick and proceeded to blog about my mistake and apologize.

This is happening now in mass. Large farms are being blamed for pushing out the mom and pop farms. And CAFO – or the very misnamed factory farms are still painted as evil.

In the spirt of transparency – we are a CAFO farm. We increased our size back in 2003 – we haven’t had any large increases since then. But, we did so to support three sons coming into the farm. We are a family farm. Our farm is hurting. We are all in – don’t have time to go off the farm to bring in income from other places. We’re sweating it out and working our butts off to cut costs. It’s not a fun time and it’s a worrisome time.

The bottom line in all this low milk prices is capitalism. We just don’t want to connect a family farm with the business world – impossible to separate.

I'd prefer to be referred to as those farmers who come to the rescue of other farmers, who lend a helping hand, to fill in the needed gaps of each other.

I’m just asking that we farmers stop the back biting, in house fighting. Let’s circle the wagons and try to support all farmers.

We’re better than that.

A house divided cannot stand.

 

 

O Bill Schuette, Where Art Thou?

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Once, again, Bill Schuette is a no-show.

We were at the Michigan Ag Gubernatorial Forum with the other candidates that are running for governor.

There have been several forums where the gubernatorial candidates have come together to meet the public. Events to hear what we, the public, have to say and what we need.

Yet, time after time Bill is a no-show.

Makes me wonder - why?

Is he so sure of himself he doesn’t want to waste his time meeting with us?

Does he have better things to do than meet the people he wants to serve?

Does he not want contact with us because we will ask him why or why not on his decisions?

For me, it just doesn’t make sense that he, who is trying to obtain an office that is supposed to serve us, has been absent over and over again.

If you know me, you know I support Dr. Jim Hines – take a moment and check him out here: www.hines4michigan.com

My opinion – if Bill isn’t available and present now, what makes you think he will be if elected.

O Bill Schuette, Where Art Thou?