the farmer has been coaching high school football for officially 15 years now... he was recalling last night the first play book he wrote up... it was early August, I was pregnant and driving home from a visit to my brother in Lethbridge... he took a pen out and started dreaming up offensive schemes... he... Continue Reading →
farmers look at the weather radar a lot... and when you are desperate for rain they look even more... so when they see that 25 miles away got rain and we got wind, they have to force themselves to be positive... I used to battle with 'does God send the rain?'... we prayed... Continue Reading →
Oprah recently told Ellen she is moving… they are neighbours in Santa Barbara… and after some friendly banter over Oprah not giving Ellen produce from her garden… to which Oprah responded that Ellen does not cook… the big move was brought up… I don’t know if I am alone in finding the conversations of extremely... Continue Reading →
i feed a farmer 