Winter around here just about drives me crazy, and by February, I’m long past being 99.99% done. Not to blame anyone, but the problem is the people I live with.

Summer memories warm cold winter days.

"And that is the difference between me and the men in my life. To them, fire is a solution. To me, fire – I should say specifically fire in their hands – is a threat."

Dave keeps a shoebox on his closet shelf. He uses it to put his odds and ends in, things he empties out of or puts back into his pockets whenever he changes. Every so once in a while, when I get a spring-cleaning burr under my saddle, I’ll muck out the closet – and with it, the shoebox.

I am coming to understand there are things in life I just can’t have. Yardsticks, for example. I can’t have yardsticks.

I hate to admit this, but I’m having a hard time telling my kids and our cattle apart. I mean, there have always been similarities between Colemans and cows, but I think we have moved past resembling each other and into total herd confusion. 

I employ an organizational method I call “creative layering.” An example of my technique can be seen on my bookshelves. Where the books are low-profile, I have them double shelved – or rather, I have two rows of books per shelf.

All in all, farm life just wouldn’t be as rich without the cousins of every generation.

I’ve been told that some couples go on dates. At least I’ve heard rumors about a weekly date night ritual. I guess making time for each other is supposed to be good for a marriage, helps you bond or something.