For the most part, I try to keep what I share here uplifting. I enjoy sharing things that will help you or encourage you in your own homesteading adventures. I guess that’s why I haven’t posted anything at all lately.
For the last 2 weeks, my Papa has been in ICU fighting for his life. We almost lost him. My Papa is an amazing man. Growing up, he always had a backyard garden. He took the time to take me fishing, and taught me how to bait my own hook. At a family reunion, when we were short on beds, he was the one who slept on the floor – wouldn’t have it any other way. He taught me to play the piano and let me play in his shed. It was his backyard where many of my happy childhood memories were made. I remember catching lightening bugs, having a fish fry, and playing baseball there. I remember sleepovers where he and my Nanny would let me stay up late and eat anything I wanted. Yes, Coca-cola was had for breakfast. He’s the best. So, I would appreciate any prayers you are willing to send his way. There’s so much I still need to learn from this man.