Farming Grace Daily

Bits & Pieces from our Kansas Farm


Country Music & Quilts, Remembering Mom

You know that song Forever Country?  When that particular song comes into earshot it takes me back to my childhood.  I grew up listening to good ol’ country music.  It was Loretta Lynn, Charlie Pride, Dolly Parton  and many other wonderful musicians.

My mother used to have vinyl records and the radio was on most of the time.   My childhood wasn’t full of beautiful memories, perhaps that is why this country music holds such a dear place in my heart.  My Mom loved to dance as do I.  She was her happiest I think when she was able to cut a rug.

Recently I have started a quilt project.

quilt-blocksThe few times I did quilt it was with my mother, treasures for my own children.  Most of the time she was leading me and then she would put the finishing touches on it.   Of course I wish I would have stopped and made her show me how to put the batting and backing on now. It’s a good thing there are classes online to purchase and husbands that are master carpenters that cut with precision! 🙂

I can’t help but sit at the sewing machine and think of Mom.  It was hers and now mine. There are tubs full of scrap fabric and crochet thread galore from her home. I will never be the seamstress or crocheter she was,  I know this.  But having these things that she held in her hands, well it gives me a little peace.  Sorta like the country music.

Material items won’t change things or fill space in my heart.  They do help me to remember the woman I called Mom though. I’m thankful for that.

Grace is a gift,



When The Situation Takes An Unexpected Turn

A few days ago I found myself feeling a bit scared. You know, when your eyes catch a glimpse of something, then it shoots to your brain, and ends up in the pit of your stomach?

Mine hit me while innocently scrolling through my Facebook feed. A familiar photograph came into sight and I realized within a second I had taken it but not posted it.

Before sharing with you the entire story and send you to the photograph I want to remind people that what you like on Facebook can be seen by your “friends”.  I am now thrilled that my cousin in Western Kansas  decided to click like on something that one of her friends had shared.  Obviously the  article I am speaking of.

The photograph was used in an article a senior at Oklahoma State University had written.  I didn’t know her, I didn’t even know of the website she was writing for.

Now, let me share the photograph that was used.


You might understand why I got that scared feeling, that’s my husband and my little girl. This photograph was taken 3.5 years ago for a post I did for my blog In Between the Sunsets of Life. 

Now I need to add that the writer graciously gave credit to the blog and if you clicked on the blog name in the corner, it would take you to the actual post I wrote.

At the time I became aware of the article, it had been shared 75,000 times on  various social media platforms. That was only five days after it was published online.  Now at the time writing this post it has been shared 165,700 times on social media.

So you are probably wondering what I did next.  Well, I couldn’t figure out how to privately contact the writer so I left a comment, on the post, asking her to email me.  She did very promptly and offered her cell phone number. Who does that anymore?  This was the point when the uneasy feelings starting to become less.

After the second correspondence with this gal I found the scared emotion in my gut changing to an easy feeling.  A smile was across my face as I read her sincere words of apology. We proceeded to continue the conversation and she in fact is a farmer’s daughter who is in communications and just learning the path of being published online.

I recall when I started blogging I didn’t know much about it at all.  Along the way I found a few sincere bloggers I now call friends.  These women helped me to not only learn more about blogging, but  inspired me on topics, allowed me to vent at times, and sent heartfelt love across the miles when I lost my parents.

I know the internet isn’t always safe and there are those that disguise themselves using a screen to mislead others.  I know that words can hurt and damage can be done to all of us via social media or emails or texts.  But I’m glad I didn’t come raging out as a bull when dealing with this particular situation.  For the situation took an unexpected turn and one I am so glad to have experienced.

Whitney wrote a piece that is related to agriculture and she did a fine job at it.  Her only mistake is that she didn’t ask for permission to use my photograph.  In the success of this article being published she learned a lesson and who hasn’t had that experience?  Learning from lessons doesn’t always include success, but I’m glad she is seeing just that.

I can only hope that in my future, when I make a mistake, the ones in my path extend kindness and humility.  Whitney has her entire life ahead of her, I don’t know much about her, I don’t even know if we will share words ever again, but I feel she has that lifetime to move forward in path she has taken with more knowledge.  It doesn’t hurt that she was raised in agriculture either, that will take her very far, no matter where she ends up!

This little surprise turned out to be a pleasurable experience, that’s why I wanted to share it here on my blog.  To share a positive in a time of what seems like turmoil and our faces glued to various screens.

Now, take a moment and visit Whitney’s post about So, God Made a Farmer’s Daughter. Whether you have  or are a farmer’s daughter,  in agriculture, or are sitting on a submarine out at sea serving your country, it’s a good read.  Leave her a comment, she will see it.

Grace is a gift,