If you're not from the prairie ...

For my Farmer friends ...

If you're not from the prairie,
You don't know what's flat.
You've never seen flat.

When travellers pass through across our great plain,
They all view our home, they all say the same:
"It's simple and flat!" They've not learned to see,
The particular beauty that's now part of me.

If you're not from the prairie,
You don't know what's flat.

From "If You're Not From The Prairie ..." by David Bouchard

This field of Canola took my breath away this morning. I had to take a picture of it. Beauty like this can only come from God. It makes me feel wonder, homesickness, gratitude and thanks. Although it is a picture from the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, and not that of the Flat Prairies where I grew up, it still makes me homesick for Saskatchewan and the beautiful "checkerboard" of fields that the farmers create for God to play checkers on. God Bless the Farmer!

For the Farmer and his Wife in Montana ... Hope you liked this post!

Shuckin' Peas

I went to the Farmer’s Market today. I didn’t really know what I wanted or needed, but knew it would hit me when I got there. The very first thing to catch my eye was a bag of peas, still in the shell. Of course my mouth watered thinking about how they would taste, both raw and cooked. Mmmmmmmmmmm! But what I yearned for the most was to sit on my couch in my cool house, watch television, and mindlessly shuck peas. My mom always had a large garden when we were kids. Sometimes she even had two gardens! I remember shucking lots of peas and tipping lots of beans! It was a chore left to my two sisters and I, and we usually chose to do it in the cool comfort of the basement, out of the hot Saskatchewan sun, while watching “Days of Our Lives” or some other silly soap! Ah, the lazy days of summer!

Of course, I bought a bag of peas! Then proceeded on to gather up all the ingredients to make a pot of fresh Borscht! Can’t wait to have a bowl!