I live on a farm ... — food

Yum and ouch ... that's what I have to say about last night's Ice Cream Social. Yum: Raspberry sauce, blueberry sauce, strawberry sauce, fresh chopped local peaches, hot caramel, hot fudge, chopped salty peanuts, whipped cream, ten-ounce blocks of french vanilla ice cream. Ouch: Ten-ounces of ice cream is a heck of a lot of ice cream even without some of each topping. I still feel full. The fund raiser went better than we thought it would, and instead of raising $300 for the classrooms at the church, they raised more like about $500. It rained early in the day,...

Today, a brief blog. Our church is having an ice cream social fund raiser tonight, so my work day will be cut short. My husband and I went over to the church last evening to set up the big outdoor party tent and tables to get a head start on preparing for tonight. "Ice Cream Social" ... how wholesome and divine the words. The community is small, so they won't raise much--maybe $300 at best. Quite a lot of work and preparation has gone into it and though it would be wonderful if more tickets could be sold, the work...

Saturday morning. We have light rain, coffee and ... corn cakes. Something about Saturday morning rain gets me all cozy and cuddly feeling. It inspires me to be lazy in a good way. My husband makes a good pot of coffee, which he did first thing this morning. Mmmmm. I only drink coffee on weekends, and only because I enjoy having a cup with him. For the past year and longer I have been off of coffee for female health reasons. Then I went and got myself married and I started having coffee again, but still keep it in moderation...

As I knit the tiny baby hat for the Caps to the Capital campaign, I consider the fact that perhaps a one-day premmie baby out there in the wide world, somewhere, will live because she (or he) had this little cap to keep her head warm. Quite an opportunity I have in this wee little bit of yarn and stitches to possibly make a difference in my own little way somewhere in our world. I catch myself saying a little prayer for that child as I knit, like those nuns who knit prayer shawls and use knitting as a means...

Well, I drive a tractor now. I should clarify one point though ... my husband owns a farm, but he is not a farmer. He is an engineer and works in a village about nine miles from our farm. A local farmer rents about 40 acres of our land from us and plants it each year. This year he planted corn on all 40 acres. From what I understand he sometimes plants wheat on one section, corn on the other. Sometimes even soybeans. But this year it is all corn. The corn is gorgeous right now, a deep almost blue...