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Of Crops and Christmas

My father is a farmer, no longer one who tills the soil and plants the seed, but a farmer nonetheless, drawn to crops and weather forecasts. I grew up in the corn fields and in the planting and harvest seasons, my five o'clock father came home dusty and tired long after dusk. Memories stirred because a post came across my reading list this week. It my caught my eye as it is of a harvest. The children and I have been following with interest.

"Look at this field of corn. This family's paycheck stands in that field. These are their children. They are all your ages." Internet journals make this big world small and intimate. Tie together the hearts of strangers.

We have been so caught up in this tale I wanted to share it with you. Part One, Part Two and Part Three. Begin at the beginning. Prepare your heart for Christmas.
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Anonymous said…
Mmmm...reminds me of "home". My dad was not a farmer, but I grew up in the heart of Illinois among the beans and corn. My husband still laughs at me when I describe to him what detassling corn is all about. :)
December 17, 2008 at 9:31 PM
40winkzzz said…
Okay, it has been what... an hour? since I left your blog to go read that one... and read, and read, and read...

That woman can write!
December 18, 2008 at 12:40 AM
Xandra@Heart-of-Service said…
Her writing reminds me of you. Thanks for pointing us to her blog...

Xandra
December 18, 2008 at 1:50 PM
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