I am breaking from the normal post of politics and Agenda 2030 and going to share a little memory about the life on the farm……..
I know Halloween is over and done with and all the little tikes are now whining about the candy and getting their sugar highs. And many a parent are scolding their kids for eating too much but hey, the parents are eating it just as much as the kids! So why complain about your kids, right?
I thought I would share a fond memory of living life on the farm. The kids had picked out the costume they wanted and I told them I would make them. After all, I had my mothers old singer sewing machine. My daughter wanted to be the red Power Ranger and my son wanted to be Link from one of his video games. I made patterns and cut out all the material. The night before Halloween, which was a school day, I sat up after the kids went to bed and started sewing. The house was quiet and serene. The chickens were bedded down and all was quiet.
The sewing machine was working kinda wonky and I kept sewing. The Link costume done, I turned to the Power Ranger costume. The unthinkable happened, the sewing machine gave up the ghost. Frustrated, to say the least, it was about 1:30 in the morning, I turned to sewing by hand. Feverishly hand sewing the costume. I finished both costumes just in time to wake the kids for school.
Making breakfast the kids dressed in their costumes. They looked good (see pictures) neither child knew the wiser and both costumes lasted the day at school and a whole evening of trick or treating. These are the memories of living a life raising kids.
That morning broke with a little sun in the morning with water dripping from the trees from the night rain. Serene and clear. The evening of Halloween was dry and cold and lots of treats were had.