Thank God and Andrew!!!

Who knew my thirty-two hundredth post (not counting the ones I've posted and then deleted) would be about a miracle.

Spring jobs we have not been able to finish have been calling our name.  Cleaning gutters and fixing roof leaks were two of those jobs.

The handy dandy Kubota tractor with bucket got them to the roof

 and the leak fixing began.

On to the other side of the house to clear some gutters that were giving us problems. Hubby told Andrew to stay down and operate the bucket but Andrew did not obey.  He climbed the bucket like a monkey after he delivered Hubby to the roof. He helped. 

The roof was wet because they were cleaning gutters with the water hose and other tools. Hubby hit a wet spot, his feet went out from under him and he began a slide to the edge of the house. Andrew, thinking on his feet, grabbed Hubby quickly by his shirt just as Hubby had reached the edge.  Then much like Bonnie does, Andrew backed up the incline of the roof with Hubby in tow.

The end of the house where Hubby would have fallen is higher than here.  

I'll not go into great detail about how a disabled 65-year-old man should not have been on the roof but then we would have to discuss how stubborn I am too.  We both do what we have to do.

Thanks to God and Andrew, Hubby is unhurt.  He is sore and was very rattled after Andrew pulled him to safety but safe nonetheless.  That is what counts. I'm upset I didn't get pictures of the whole thing!  I was standing at the bottom as if I could catch Hubby and break his fall.

Merry Christmas To All The Farmers

who grew the food for your traditional Christmas feasts.  The farmers who mind their crops and livestock with the same love we have raising a child or even crocheting, sewing a quilt, or creating another work of art.

Farming is not an easy job.  You deal with the weather and the pests trying not to use pesticides, making your animals comfortable so maybe you can make a profit if the market is good.  It's certainly not a job for the faint of heart or the lazy ones.

There are equipment failures, blights, droughts, and no matter how hard you try there is loss.  As a farmer I take the loss personally. What could I have done to save that calf?  How could I have improved the peach crop this year? And on and on.  It's not just a job, it's a life style.  Twenty-four/seven to feed the world is all it takes.

Your milk, your meat, your vegetables, your cheese, you fruit, cooking oil, spices and even your peanut butter (just to mention a few things) comes from farmers...not the grocery store.  That is the final stop and the grocers make good profit.

I think this year as we plan our magnificent feast we should take a moment to thank God we have food to eat (many do not) and thank the farmers, the cattlemen, the ranchers who keep supplying no matter how hard the work is.

.Merry Christmas!!! from the crazy lady At The Farm