Saturday, 31 October 2015

Dirt in Your Shoes

There are many great photos with sayings attached on websites from every country in the world. One could post a new shot each day and still find an endless supply the following day. Far too many to chose from, but, once in a while one pops up that truly describes who a person really is. The woman in the picture could be yours truly. Out in the field checking the crops is where I can be found. While driving to work, checks are made on my neighbours crops. It's just one continuous crop tour. Not only are field crops on the look at list- apple orchards, vegetable gardens and flower beds catch the two eyes that should be looking straight ahead and minding the rules of the road. Then the wandering eyes of this country bumpkin will catch the red paint of a Massey-Ferguson or the blue on a new F150. No worries, "Cautious and Slow " are  my middle names when driving. There's just too much to observe.
Dirt in the Shoes- Guilty as charged. Born with dirt in the shoes, farm raised and still carrying that little bit around every day. The shoe dirt attaches itself to the insides and outsides of any shoes worn on the two feet I walk around on. Will I ever endeavour to remove the dirt? Not a chance!

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

October Ritual

Local reporter with the Ontario Farmer, Sharon Grose, finally caught up with my son. So proud of my son and all his accomplishments. He has been a farmer since day one and all his hard work and determination is paying off.
New young farmers need all the help and encouragement they can get. Debt loads are high and most work off the farm to be able to continue farming.
Praying for good weather, excellent yields, high prices and times of rest.

Tuesday, 13 October 2015

Heavenly Sight

 I witnessed this beautiful sunset a few days after the blood moon was scheduled  to appear in my region. The sky clouded over just before the moon was to be at its best. Disappointed? Yes I was but when sunsets like this appear on the horizon, everything else just doesn't seem to matter.
Most nights I am blessed with spectacular views. God's paintbrush leaves beautiful strokes across the evening sky.