December 31, 2011

A Minnesota Farm Christmas {2011}

Every year we look forward to visiting the family farm. It is quite a trip for a family with young children - especially for our son with Fragile X Syndrome - but we are always rewarded with big blue skies, wide open spaces and warm fellowship when we arrive.

What a joy it is to gather treasures with loved ones we see so rarely.

The trip...

Wesley on his tippy-toes, desperate to see some planes through the airport window


Within minutes of the airplane taking off, the boys settled down for a nap.

After landing it was another 2.5 hour car ride as we traveled deep into the Minnesota farmland.

Grandpa and Wesley immediately bonded while we stopped to get something to eat.
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 Around the farm...

A familiar view to the south... In the distance, in the glint of the sun's ray, you can see the local granary. I have many fond memories of riding along with my dad in the truck while he hauled corn during harvest.



A couple straggling pods of soy beans left to bask in the winter sun...

Wesley loved the little piglet. If he had a choice he would have taken it for his own. Perhaps, someday, he will have his own "Wilbur" like I did when I was a girl.

These chickens were actually at my cousin's farm. They were pecking around the cars as we were leaving the big family meal and it was a scene I had to capture.

Like a peacock displaying its plumage, the sky paraded a grandeur of colors each morning during our stay.

 Grandpa giving Grant one of many rides on the ATV

My hubby... such an attractive, hard-working man. :) I am thankful I married a man who does not hesitate to jump into any farm chore. There was a time when I would shy away from my farm roots but now I cherish them. I adore that my husband loves the farm-girl who will always be a part of me.

Meet "Shadow"... the kitten trotted closely behind Wesley whenever he was out exploring the farm.

Old Sammie silently watching over the farm
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Christmas celebrations...


In our family, which is of German Mennonite decent, Zwieback has always been a essential part of a holiday meal. Naturally I am bias, but I truly think my mom and Grandma Penner make the best Zwieback around.


 After Christmas dinner, the family gathered outside for a pick-up game of baseball.

Everyone was very kind to allow Grant plenty of time to bat

Grant got a hit! Run, Grant, RUN!

Gathered around the table at the big Penner family Christmas dinner we sang "Doxology" as the blessing for our meal - a family tradition.

Sweet Grossmutter {German for Grandmother} enjoyed laughing with Wesley. To know her is to know a kind woman with a tender heart for God.
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A snow-less winter wonderland...

I was a little sad we didn't experience a white Christmas. As I strolled down a country road listening to the familiar and comforting sound of my feet crunching against the gravel, I wondered what possible images of beauty I could find when all around me was veiled in brown. It didn't take long before I learned that God can reveal His splendor through any hue.


For you shall go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you shall break forth into singing,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.
Isaiah 55:12


1 comment

  1. Such a neat description of your Christmas! Loved the photos. :-)


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