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