Have you missed me? I have certainly missed you.
Life is good, though. You know me well enough to know that I’m either on an airplane or elbows-deep in tomatoes. I’m still writing and working on projects – just not publishing anything. I hope to be back at the end of summer.
In the meantime, please check out a new and wonderful blogger –Middle Sister Kathleen.
Kathleen and I are grade school/high school/forever friends and I know you’ll love her as much as I do. This is her third entry into the WordPress space, but I especially love this piece because she captures the Kansas harvest that we both grew up loving.
Stop in and say hello – tell her that MamaMick sent you. xo
SWHEAT GIRLS: SEPARATING THE WHEAT FROM THE CHAFF
No trip is shorter or more meaningful in our family history and heritage than the one Suzanne and I took today. It is a mere 72 miles from my home; I could drive it with my eyes closed. Suzanne moved to my small city about six months ago, so we enjoyed the ride together. Gail wasn’t able to meet us there from her home several hours west of the farm. So we persisted—without her.
Today, we drove to our family farm to partake of the annual wheat harvest. I have only missed one harvest in my life; even a quick ride in the combine and/or the truck constitutes a visit.
That one harvest I missed was in 1991. I was spending the year in suburban Philadelphia, fulfilling a one-year contract as a nanny for a couple with a 2-year old girl and…
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