From the Editor

By the time this issue hits mailboxes, my husband and I will have, the Lord willing, settled in at home with our third baby girl. Especially compared to the journey we went through with our second daughter, this pregnancy was mostly uneventful – until I was hospitalized with COVID-19 for a week in September.

In early October, I took time off from my regular occupation to help set up a fundraising event for my children’s school. It is a Fall Festival that includes food, games, a cake walk, country market and live auction.

I don’t think I have ever watched my dad walk from one task on the farm to another. He zips from one end of the yard to the other, taking long quick strides, and is always trying to cram and complete as much work as possible in a day as he possibly can. To do so, it means he needs to move things along as quickly as possible.

Do you like bacon?

Unless your freezer is stocked with a hog from a county fair livestock auction, there’s a good chance you’ve picked up a pack of pork products out of the grocery store case.

Last month, my husband, Scott, and I made a big purchase – a 1987 Mallard Class A Motorhome. It’s pretty much ceiling to floor carpet (including the bathroom, which grosses me out a bit).

Living in the Midwest, I watch the weather a lot. Checking the forecast is a daily occurrence, at least. Some days, it’s hourly or every 15 minutes as a storm approaches.