I’m not sure how much I’ve told you about my family. We’re just three of a kind – me, my better half, and my mini-me better half (a.k.a. my husband and 2 ½ year old son who is a spitting image of his daddy). My husband is a born-and-raised farm boy, and that’s how we want to raise our son. We aren’t directly involved in production agriculture, and I don’t think USDA would classify my garden as production ag either, but we’re as close to being farmers as you can get. I’ve worked for farmers almost my entire career, and my husband builds energy-efficient houses and sheds, and installs wind turbines, for those farmers. And, my immediate family is still involved in every aspect of farming you can think of. So I guess that lends a bit of credibility when I write about farm life and being a “farm mom.”

I do live right off a gravel road.

So now that you know what my husband does, I have to tell you about our conversation the other day. We were talking about how he builds beautiful, stunning, amazing houses, but I make them pretty. Please don’t take that as being vain, I mean pretty on the outside.

Just last week, I planted 50 Canadian Hemlock bushes, 1 red maple tree, and 2 Forsythia bushes in our front yard. Of course, there’s my garden, my new Jack-in-the-Pulpits transplanted from my grandparents (who are a stone’s throw away, if you have a strong arm), and the asparagus patch I’m trying to get started.

But these flowers. Aren’t they breath-taking? I have six planters on the front patio overflowing with color. I wish I could freeze frame them through the winter months, but then come next spring, I get the pleasure of growing something beautiful all over again.

That’s my version of outside decorating. Then again, my husband is from western Kansas where the only things that flourish are tumbleweeds.

Until we walk again …