Hello, dear friends, please overlook any grammar, and spelling errors that might be in this post as I am now home recuperating with bed rest from some recent mini strokes and other health issues! I have missed everyone so much , you have been in my thoughts over the past weeks so much. When I started blogging eight years ago never in my wildest dreams would I have ever thought that I would forged such wonderful friendships, you truly mean the world to me! I have always measured my friendships this way,... that when ever I see or hear from you that we would pick up right where we left off, and that is just what we here in bogland have always done!
The Doctors have told me of how lucky I am as I have no paralysis, the strokes however affected my vision but it is slowly coming back, as I can attest by me being able to write this post, I can hardly wait to visit you all once again !
I told them I am not lucky but so blessed! I am also looking forward to sharing with you about the Christian Dr with whom God sent to pray with me when I first entered the hospital!
God is so faithful, in the movie The War Room I remember the line "God cannot be fired and He does not quit"! PRAISE HIS NAME FOR EVER MORE! PLEASE PRAY FOR ME AND MY CARE GIVERS THROUGH THIS TIME OF RECOVERY TO GOD BE THE GLORY.
With all my love,
I decided on a simple table setting, using white ironstone dishes, with a table cloth that belonged to my dear MIL, the lighting was an old oil lamp! I absolutely loved it!
I don't know if I have ever mentioned this, but my plans were to never, ever marry a farmer! What's that you ask, why? My parents were raised on a farm, but my Dad joined the military at a very young age, as with military families, we moved quite a few times.
But one thing for sure, the week school was out my parents took us three girls to my maternal grandparents farm, to work all summer! We worked in the fields, with tobacco,(YUCK), hoed cotton, worked the vegetable gardens, and helped preserve the food!
It was right then and there we girls vowed that we would run from farmers as fast as we could go!
In high school, I met this handsome young farm boy, who had decided he was not going to farm his Dad's farm when he graduated! And.... he didn't, at least for a while, by that time I was already in love and married, with several children to said ex-farm boy!
One day his father asked my Dh if he would like to give farming a chance, by this time I was really secretly missing farming! I absolutely have no answer as to why! I guess maybe it was in our blood! And as they say "the rest is history". Both of us have never looked back nor regretted that decision!
Farm life is not perfect by no means, and can be very challenging, with many ups and downs, and lots of hard work, but....
I love sitting on the front porch as the sun is setting, listening to the animals begin to settle in for the evening, their voices are so soft! There is a quietness that I cannot seem to find the words to explain! It is at that moment that all seems to be right with the world!
This blog is dedicated to my dear family who live many miles away, and to you dear ladies , who have a heart for keeping the home fires burning. You, who love and cherish your family, and have a desire to create a home that says "Welcome, you are loved and cared for."
My desire is that when you leave that you will be encouraged and know that you too are loved.