Spyglass Gardens

  (Meridian, Idaho)
A time to be Thankfull
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Winter Rest for the Farmer

   Awwhhh peace at last for the ol red tractor!  Now in December the soil has turned to frozen dirt.  Most of the day it has a white frothy substance tracing its clumps in the sun. Golden leaves are cast abroad and a quietness comsumes the field.

   But in the farmers barn office there is a buzz!  With the fire stoked with logs there are careful calculations of this years harvest being recorded. Countless seed catalogs are strung on the floor and the ol Red Dog's back is to the fireplace and warm and cozy with the one eye on his master.

   The mailman loads the mail box with late season catalogs and the first boxes of seeds for the new year.  Equipment is lined up for servicing, the greenhouse is cleaned and the heater is inspected. 

   As the sunsets each day it brings the farm just one more day closer to the New Year and all it has to offer.

   As the farmer and his wife go to bed they pray to our Lord and Savior and thank Him for all of the blesssings of family, friends and to grow and provide healthy foods for them. Without God this would not be possible and for the farmer and his wife they are truley forever grateful.

   Winter is just not cold and windy days, it is a time of rest, peace and reflection of love and receiving Gods grace. Please...Remember that Jesus is the Reason for the Season...not the mall...take time to rejoice in his love.

 

  

 
 

Tractor Papa is Plowing in Heaven

        There are farmers, want a be's, and then there are "farmers".  These folks that are "farmers" have jeans that if they could speak would tell you adventures beyond your wildest dreams.  These "farmers" were folks that were brought up growing for their survival, sustaining their very being. They grew up with a shovel in one hand, a straw hat and a knak for understanding mother nature. They had to, it was their life.

        The skin on the hands of the "farmer" is browned, tough, but yet soft to a childs face. The eyes of a farmer sees farther and deeper and yet has an understanding wink. The smile on the "farmers" face cannot be mistaken, for it speaks of truth, kindness and love.

        These "farmers" can read the land, understand soil without a microscope and love to eat a fresh dug raw potato.

         Our ol' red tractor is missing his friend this spring. His "farmer" has left our fields for greener pastures. Oh the tractor is still started each day and proudly plows the fields but there is someone missing when you see it pass by the house. Even though that ol' red tractor is just made of rusty iron it will always host the rememberance of "Tractor Papa" now driving his new tractor in Heaven.  Miss you Papa...

       

 
 
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