But in the tradition of recognizing ones blessings this week I must comment on how thankful I am for these four youngsters, our grandkids or GK's as I like to refer to them. Ranging from age fifteen to sixteen months we are so lucky to live within fifteen miles of each of them. So many grandparents see their GK's only a few times a year, if that, while it is rare for us to go just one week without seeing one of ours. We are ridiculously fortunate.
Since the first one came along we've included them in our farm work. Much of their time with us has been outdoors. Each of them can proudly say they've been on the back of a cow (yes, we do own a horse as well, but anyone can ride one of those) have gone snout to snout with a piglet, have helped collect eggs, and have gone home to their parents with a thick blob of manure on the bottom of their shoes, if not their cheek. They have all owned their own pair of chore boots, kept at the ready for their return, except Easton, as he is just learning to walk. Guess what he'll get for Christmas this year?
Our youngest GK, baby Easton
Next up, Wesley age 9.
Then there is Allana, now 12.
And finally Nicole, a high school freshman
Small farms are rapidly disappearing from the American landscape while large automated corporations assume more of the 'agricultural work via automated machinery and transient employess. When we die we won't leave much, a few acres and a cozy grain bin house. It will be up to our four children to decide how to disperse this tiny property. We are hopeful one of the young ones above will choose to continue in this nearly extinct line of work Keith and I have chosen. Only time will tell.