I particularly remember tending to the baby pigs, feeding them and watching them grow, knowing that the day would come when there would be a succulent slice of roast pork or sumptuous pork chops on our dinner plates. Everything held the promise of wonderful fare for the table that would sustain a farm family of sixteen through the course of the cold, harsh Minnesota winters. I suspect, however, that she had enjoyed doing the very same thing when she was a youngster… and that Grandma admonished her and her two sisters to do the very same thing!įields were planted, calves and piglets were birthed, baby chicks and ducks were hatched. Mom always admonished us to “Wipe your feet off before coming back into the house!” after every rain. How wonderful it always was to be able to walk barefooted in the soil lovingly warmed by ol’ Sol! It was great fun, too, to walk shoeless through the mud puddles following a heavy rain, the warm mud squishing up between our toes. The air always smelled so fresh and clean following one of Mother Nature’s showers! The sun, of course, was an essential part of the mix. Then the rains would come, watering the earth and providing the moisture those seeds would need to sprout. I remember well the fragrance of the rich black topsoil as it would be prepared for planting corn, soybeans, oats and sorghum. Growing up on a farm in our country’s heartland was filled with many adventures for a youngster! There were always new things to do, see and smell as the seasons went from spring planting to fall’s bountiful harvest.
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